Days Like This (47 page)

And for the first time in nine years, Colleen Bradley
Lindstrom Davis Berkowitz stood on Maine soil.  She took a hard, deep breath,
one that drew in the scent of mud season overlaid with the sharp tang of wood
smoke and the faint aroma of cow manure.  And then she shut the door and
marched resolutely toward the house.

The black sheep of the Bradley clan had returned to the
fold.