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“Where IS he!?” Whitley blurted out to nobody in particular. She & Dlllan were standing in the middle of the partially torn down house. Whitley tugged at her coat in defiant disgust.
“It’s only 10:15, honey,” Dillan tried to calm his wife. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”
“Yeah, well, he’d better be,” Whitley muttered. “Tired of waiting.”
“I know, darling, but it isn’t like we have a schedule to keep,” Dillan offered.
“Yes … I know,” said Whitley, irritated. “But, we’re not exactly in the tropics, either. It’s cold.”
Dillan couldn’t argue with that. He kept his mouth shut, though, figuring anything said would only serve to irritate his wife more. Instead, he walked around the room, reminiscing of old times in that house & picturing where everything used to be placed. As he turned back to address Whitley, something sorta leaning up against a remaining exterior wall caught his attention. As he walked towards it, he theorized the area used to be the living room, though he realized it could also be what had been the makeshift 1st floor bedroom.
Noticing Dillan’s beeline towards the exterior wall, Whitley sighed & curiously asked: “What did you spy now, darling?”
“I’m not sure,” said Dillan, reaching the area where the something had caught his eye. He bent over to pick whatever it was up.
“Be careful, darling,” Whitley admonished, “You never know what might come out of the woodwork.”
Brushing off his wife’s warning, Dillan moved some dust & discovered what had caught his eye: the white corner edge of an old photograph. He picked up the photograph … & just stared at it.
“What is it?” Whitley asked, moving towards her husband.
“It’s a photograph … of Grandad … at what appears to be a … Moose Lodge!?” With every word, Dillan’s voice can best be described as increasingly shockingly questioning.
“Hmmm,” verbalized Whitley, now standing next to Dillan & looking at the photograph. “Maybe you should show it to Fred when you see him later today?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Dillan replied. “That’s a good idea, I will. But, dang, I don’t get it.”
“Maybe it is connected to the photo of him with that old car?”
“Perhaps,” Dillan acknowledged. “It would fit, I suppose. It does appear he’s in the same outfit as in that picture of him with the Cadillac. But, that Cadillac photo was taken in sunlight, & if that’s a window there to Granddad’s left in this photo, it appears this was taken at night….”
“Well,” Whitley theorized, “that could be explained any number of ways. Like, it was an event that started in the afternoon & continued with a party at night. Maybe the photos were taken on entirely different days. Maybe….”
“OK, yeah, I get it,” Dillan interrupted his wife. “You made your point.”
“See what Fred says,” Whitley concluded. “Who knows, maybe it’ll shed more light on the Cadillac photo!?”
“I can’t tell who the guy is sitting behind Granddad … Granddad’s hand is in the way of the guy’s face … but that lady … that lady looks vaguely familiar,” contemplated Dillan, half-listening to his wife’s latest words. “But, yeah, maybe this photo will help to figure out the Cadillac picture.”
Just then, the roar of a vehicle coming up the driveway caught the attention of Whitley & Dillan.
“That better be the builder,” Whitley threatened nobody in particular. “It’s almost 10:30!”
“Hopefully it is,” said Dillan, attempting to tuck the photo in a shirt pocket. “I can’t imagine who else it’d be.”
“Here, give me that,” Whitley said, slightly agitated.
“What?”
“I’ll put it in my purse so you don’t have to worry about crumpling it more.”
“The photo would be safer in your purse!?” Dillan’s voice indicated surprised teasing.
“Yes, yes it would be,” answered Whitley, sorta glaring at her husband. “Just give me it.”
Dillan reluctantly turned the photo over to his wife, who promptly put it in a safe spot in her purse. Dillan then caught a glimpse of the vehicle coming up the drive….