By Judith Cullen
Continuing . . .
“The whole genus has power issues, I think,” Cara muttered.
“Come with me,” Dave reached out a hand to Cara and both she and Marcy followed him upstairs. He paused in the hallway to grab a pair of binoculars and the three of them mounted two flights of stairs to the top of the Hall’s home.
The top floor was one open room under the eaves, with storage and some work areas for both Marcy and Dave. At one end there were French doors that opened onto a small balcony which overlooked Cara’s yard. They were just high enough that they could see over Cara’s small house to the lot beyond. Dave handed the binoculars to Cara.
“Take a look,” he said.