The Atonement Child
Chapter One
It was on a cold January night when the unthinkable, unpardonable happened.
The evening had gone as usual for Dynah Carey as she served food at the
Stanton Manor House, a retirement home established for Middleton's city
employees. She enjoyed her work, often talking animatedly with the elderly
patrons who came down from their small apartments for communal meals in the
basement cafeteria. Sally Wentworth was a great cook and planned a varied menu.
The only complaint Dynah had heard in five months on the job was how much food
there was left over. Most of the people who lived at the Manor had come through
the depression years and hated to see waste.
The rest of the diners had left for the evening, all but Mr. Packard, who was
taking his time sipping his cup of decaf. “Your car still in the shop, Dynah?”
“Yes, sir. They're still waiting for a part to come in.”
“Thought it was supposed to be fixed yesterday.”
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