CHAPTER SIX
June 12, 1937 ~ Journal of Dr. Walter Stevens ~ Thelma’s Diner. The door bell—literally a bell—keeps ringing, as people keep coming in. A man across the aisle keeps repeating that the pool was of the devil. Over and over. Each time, someone shushes him. But he says it again. “The city needs to fill in that pool.”
I’m not sure dirt will keep demons in.
A young boy, who appears to be about eight, in the next booth, keeps staring.
Terrifying.
The kid never blinks.
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Present Day ~ Clarence leaned against the nursing home wall in the reception area, letting one crutch rest against his body. “I don’t know how I get myself into these predicaments.” Tears threatened but he wiped his whole face.
Deep breath. Push on.
Michael came in the door, carrying the hospital release bag o
