Uncle Shom Part 1 ((free))

Three days later, a dusty, taxicab-yellow Checker Marathon pulled into our gravel driveway. The driver, wide-eyed and trembling, practically threw a suitcase onto the lawn and sped away. Out stepped Uncle Shom.

The knocker struck the door three times on its own—a slow, deliberate rhythm. Tap. Tap. Tap. Uncle Shom Part 1