Evil in the 1st House Read Free

blanc. She drank it with ice in the summer.
    â€œI was thinking of taking a drive later in the week,” he said, “and was wondering if you’d like some company. I haven’t been up to Woodstock in a while and would like to come up to visit. I miss…the house.”
    â€œIs Melinda alright?”
    â€œYes, our daughter’s fine.”
    â€œThank God.” She sipped her wine. “I suppose if your mind is set on it there’s little I can do to dissuade you.”
    â€œIt’s going to be a beautiful weekend,” he said quietly, “and I thought it would be nice to take a walk and have dinner. I love that old farmhouse restaurant in town.”
    â€œOkay, David. Next Saturday?”
    â€œI’ll have Andy drive me up in the early afternoon. I’ll see if Melinda would like to join us.”
    â€œIt would be nice to spend some time together.”
    â€œI’ll call you on the way.”
    When they hung up, Lowell went out to the backyard and sat for almost an hour, beer forgotten in hand, staring at the fence.
    ***
    â€œDad?”
    â€œOh, sorry. She sounded okay. I’m driving up next weekend, and I was wondering if you’d like to come along.”
    Melinda walked over to the window and picked up the turtle’s food. She sprinkled a little into the tank and watched as Buster and Keaton shambled over for a second treat. “It’s that time of year again, isn’t it?”
    Lowell was silent.
    â€œYes, I guess I’ll come up.” She gazed out the window. “It doesn’t get any easier with time, does it?”
    â€œNot really. But it would be good to get together as a family.”
    â€œI miss him everyday.”
    â€œSo do I.”
    Melinda nodded. “Okay, when do you want to leave?”
    â€œSaturday morning about nine.”
    â€œWill Andy pick me up, or should I come up to the townhouse?”
    â€œAndy will get you. Unless you want to stay over Friday night.”
    â€œI’ll check my social calendar and let you know.” Melinda had made finger quotes when referring to her social life. “What are you working on?”
    â€œThere are a few things I’m looking into. I just took a rather unusual case.”
    She laughed. “You don’t get any other kind. What is it?”
    â€œA Dr. Williamson asked me to find his son’s identical twin. According to him they were separated shortly after birth when the wife apparently took off with one of the children. The boy has advanced kidney disease and needs a transplant which, because of a rare blood type, apparently only his missing twin brother can supply.”
    Melinda turned from the window and looked at her father. “Not your usual case. Do you have the charts yet?”
    Lowell shook his head. “Only for the boys.”
    â€œWhy did the wife run off? And why did she only take one son?”
    â€œI don’t know. There are a lot of things about this situation that seem a little weird. I have to wait for the parents’ birth information before I can really move forward. Williamson was oddly reluctant to supply his own details on the spot. I let it go for now until I figure this guy out.”
    â€œWhy wouldn’t he tell you?”
    Lowell shrugged. “He’s supposed to email me his and his wife’s birth information. I need to find out a lot more about the parents if I’m going to find the child.”
    â€œSounds like it’s time for a Mort special.”
    Lowell nodded. “Best Internet guy I’ve ever known. Whatever data’s out there about this guy, Mort will find it.” He turned to the computer screen. “Let’s look at the twins’ charts.”
    Melinda was his best astrology student.
    Having already put the information into his Solar Fire computer program, Lowell brought the two charts up simultaneously on his computer screen then hit a button which directed the image