Chapter 6
“I can see why you might not want to think about it,” she said softly, the engine idling. “Ghosts have a way of popping up when you least expect them, especially at our age.”
“You’d think they’d pick a better time of life to do that,” he commented. “Some of us don’t have the strongest tickers anymore.”
“But yours are all gone now, aren’t they?” she continued as if he hadn’t interrupted. “Shakersville isn’t the same place it was fifty years ago. Nothing’s the same it was fifty years ago. You wouldn’t be going back to face what you left. You’d be going back to help them preserve their history, maybe even help other communities do the same, like Corrine said. It’s just a building, John. It doesn’t have any power over you except what you keep giving it.”