Part 5 “Come on Maddy,” I tugged on her arm. “What are you doing?” She stood glued to the ground staring at the Orton’s back door. “Did you not see the backpack right there?” Maddy nodded toward the porch as she reluctantly began following me up the driveway. “Yes, I saw it.” “I think […]

Part 4 About a week later Magdalene was back and she and I planned an early morning walk.  “Hey Magdalene,” I called and waved as I approached her. “It’s good to have you back. How was the trip?” “Good,” she flashed her famous impish grin, “I can’t get enough of those grandkids.” We hugged then

Part 3 In the following weeks, Cammie and I ran into each other regularly, usually walking the beach early in the mornings. She offered nothing more than a weak smile and a wave, so it came as quite a surprise when one morning she stood on the beach in front of my house and called

Pt. 2 Not long after our first encounter I spotted her about a block down the beach from my house, wading out into the water with a rake and a bucket. Crabs, I thought. It’s an easy was to catch crabs if you’re without a boat and/or pots. Yet there was something odd about the

For those of you who have already read this story’s beginning, I apologize. Summer got in the way of writing, so I’m starting over. It’s been so long, you probably can’t remember it anyway! My blog postings over the next few weeks will be an ongoing story I’ve wanted to share for quite some time.

 My blog postings over the next few weeks will be an ongoing story I’ve wanted to share for quite some time. It occurred to me the other day that I could do it as long as I break it up into as many blogs as it takes to relay the whole adventure without wearing my