Pete was watching me as I got my first real look at Summerplace. “What do you think?” he finally asked.
“I don't know yet,” I answered truthfully. “It could be beautiful, but it's a little forbidding.”
Pete nodded. “I tried to get Miss Hallstead to choose a different color than the dark green, but this is the way she wanted it.”
He led the way up the wide steps to the front porch. “It doesn't welcome me,” I noted, half to myself. Pete had reached the front door, and he put my suitcases down and turned to face me.
“I don't think the front porch is the only thing you're going to find unwelcoming about this place. Don't expect all of the people here to be happy about your arrival,” he said gravely.
Pete's words unnerved me, and I felt my fear rushing back. I was unsure about my new job and my new home, and I shook my head as if doing so would help me shake off my rising doubts. I forced a note of confidence into my voice that I didn't feel. “Let's go in,” I told him. After all, it couldn't be any worse than what I had left behind.
If I had known then of the events that were already taking shape in the gloom of Hallstead House, I might not have had the courage to go inside.