She was indeed. When I arrived, I saw that there were no cars in the driveway. I looked at the windows and saw the curtains and blinds were all tightly closed. Stephanie didn't want to risk giving Mrs. Maxwell a show. I knocked on the front door and heard her nervously say, "Come in. It's open."
I opened the door and stepped inside. "It's me, Steve," I called out. Then I grinned when I saw she was standing in the dining room. She was wearing a thick, fluffy bathrobe and had a towel wrapped around her hair. I glanced about for a moment and let out a big breath. "I guess she couldn't make it."
She c****d her head, then had to scramble to catch the towel as it tried to cascade off of her head. "What do you mean?" she asked.
I wasn't sure from what she was wearing if she had changed her min
