#Chapter 62 Grief and Whiskey

Glenda’s POV I didn’t know what was about to happen, but I took Emoni’s hand. She squeezed it tight and seemed to be curling in on herself, trying to make herself disappear behind the tinted glass as the jeep stopped. “Where are you going?” A woman’s voice drifted through the open window. “We just arrived.” “Into town. We’re out of potatoes. Mr. Wallber is at the Zima residence finishing up talks with Gordon.” I looked through the window to get a glimpse of the woman who was speaking. She had been in the Frost Melt’s pack picture. Emoni squeezed my hand more firmly. “And what have you heard about what Matt wants?” “Whiskey for the club he’s opening in Midnight. It seemed to be a normal amount since Gordon didn’t seem surprised. I don’t know how long it will take, but I think Gordon plans to take the rest of the day off. He wasn’t looking too good this morning.” “What do you mean?” Another voice came through the window. That woman was older and her voice seemed strained.