Chapter 7
They had barely finished breakfast the next morning when the sounds of three cars pulling into the yard, one right after the other, intruded on the near silence. Startled because any visitor was unusual, to say nothing of three, Wade got up and went out. As usual, he exited through the back door. He rounded the house just in time to see Mrs. Perkins lifting her hand to knock on the front door. Two other women, ones he thought attended the church where he sometimes took the children, flanked her. They all seemed to radiate haughty disapproval and disdain. What the hell?
Wade had always thought Jake and Linda Perkins were friends. Linda and Winifred had visited back and forth, sharing recipes and patterns, sometimes making a shopping trip together to El Paso, the closest real cit
