Chapter 56

An expansive, well-tended lawn ran from the veranda to a private road that curved around to the parking lot in the rear. The veranda—of course Mr. Stuart wouldn’t have anything as pedestrian as a porch for the hundred and thirty-seven-year-old building—wrapped around three sides of the Trunk. Adirondack chairs were scattered along the length of it, and large windows let in the afternoon sun.

We climbed the steps and crossed to the double doors that led into the main lobby of the hotel. The ceiling here was about thirty feet high, and I stared up at the mural of an English countryside that covered it.

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yes! My senior prom was held here, and I’m sorry now I missed it.”

“Why did you?”

“Family matters,” I said, waving it aside with an airy hand. I didn’t want to tell him it had been just a few days after that incident with Daniel, and unlike the AHester Prynne had to wear, I felt as if there was a big Ffor fool etched on my forehead.