Chapter 4

“It’s a nice neighborhood,” Jeff said, leaning against the car.

“It is. It’s hardly changed since I was a kid. Some of the houses are different colors, now, and I’d be willing to bet I’ll only know a few to the immediate neighbors, after being gone since I went away to college, but that’s okay.”

Jeff counted on his fingers. “Fifteen years. Yeah, probably.”

“A few of them came to the funeral, but that was ten years ago.” Spence smiled, pointing to the house across the street. “The lady who lived there had a huge Newfoundland. The sweetest dog you’ll ever meet. And my two best friends lived over there,” he said, gesturing to a blue house five doors down from his old home.

Jeff began humming “Memories,” which earned him a swat on the ass. “Well, you are having them,” he protested.

“I am.” Spence took one more look around then suggested they get back to the motel. “Before I get all maudlin. We can walk around downtown, find somewhere to eat supper, and…whatever.”