elevator on Route 9 and turn onto Main Street.
The Rosewood Grill sits on the corner of Main and Elm, a brickfront restaurant with Christmas lights they never take down, and a private dining room in the back that half the town has rented at least once.
My phone buzzes.
Loretta.
“I’m here, sweetheart. Table three. Nancy Feldman is next to me. So is Barbara continue reading …
