“Then he started getting mad, calling the Martins Communists or something like that.” Tom looked at me with a satisfied grin, very proud that he had some new information to share with us.
Mr. Rempel wasn’t quite lucid most of the time, so extracting anything from the old man was truly impressive. Yes, there were a few times he was almost with us, but most of the time he really wasn’t there. It was sad to see. He was physically fine, and his family loved him, and so far they were able to keep him at home with them rather than in a care facility.
“Oh, honey,” I said gently. “I don’t think Mr. Rempel would really know any real information. Yes, he was around the neighborhood back then, but his mind is not as sharp as it once was.”
Tom appeared a little confused. “But he sounded so calm and
