Lone Star Legacy
No wonder the neon-yellow house had stood empty for the past six months. The surprise was that it hadn't been accidentally-on-purpose torched by an appalled neighbor on some dark and moonless night. Situated alone at the far end of Canyon Street, its nearest neighbor was a vet clinic, and no one would have noticed it burn.
But whatever the color scheme or condition, it offered a safe haven and a chance to start over.
Gripping her four-year-old daughter's hand, Beth Lindstrom gingerly stepped past a rusted bicycle, the twisted bumper of an old VW with flat tires, and walked up the dirt path to the front porch. The sign over the door, Crystal Mae's Café—Home-Cooked Food, hung askew.
"Pretty, Momma," Sophie whispered in awe, staring at the fuchsia shutters framing the tall, old-fashioned windows. Her gaze lifted to the high-pitched roof, where a pair of crescent-shaped windows was tucked near the eaves. "And look—it has eyes!"
"Sure looks like it, Poppin. And if I remember right, the inside is interesting, too." Beth smiled, rmembering just how interesting her late Aunt Crystal had been.
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