For Evan, driving to Peculiar had become a shift of mindset, a suspension of the rules. He could go off his diet at Merle’s, and he could reflect on everything that “didn’t happen here” during the Civil War. And if he didn’t mind indulging superstition, he could stop in at Granny Longacre’s.
I don’t dare ask her about Loretta, do I?
I don’t dare ask her about Loretta, do I?Except Granny’s house was boarded up. And there was no for-sale sign with information so he could investigate.
He drove to Merle’s, the only place where he’d met anyone who knew the old lady. Ned, the assistant manager he’d spoken with before, was at the register.
“Reverend, I got some news,” the fellow said quietly.
“Granny moved out?”
“You must’ve seen the place all shut up. Not sure how close you were, but she’s
