Chapter 43: Story Time with IvanR.J.’s wasn’t far from the library, and in the middle of the day, it housed only the most dedicated drunkards. The dirt parking lot, located at the side of the bar, served a dual purpose as a driveway to an abandoned house set back against a copse of pine trees which, left untended, had all but swallowed the forgotten home in its dark embrace. To the left of the house and across the street, lined by more trees in various states of autumn slumber, flowed the Windchester river. On the other side of the banks was a massive warehouse, which was long-forgotten, but had found purpose as an eyesore. Any number of business ventures had tried and failed at reviving the building. The latest rumor included turning it into low-income housing, an idea most of the town hy
