Chapter Twenty-Five
It was a coincidence that Rebecca arrived at the Bennett Place at the same time as the fire department.
Her search of the boxes saw many references to this place, and brought her to this tiny memorial park, which was now surrounded by small ranch-style homes on what was once expansive farmland, sold by the farmers in the nineteen fifties when they needed cash and the city was crawling in that direction.
The small site included a log cabin, which was now engulfed in flames, and a two-story-tall granite monument that had the word “Unity” carved into it to mark the history that occurred at Bennitt’s kitchen table, even though the place is now spelled Bennett Place after a misspelling somewhere in history and even though there’s not anything authentic about the house. In
