CHAPTER FIVE
June 12, 1937 ~ Journal of Dr. Walter Stevens ~ Thelma’s Diner. I sat alone in a booth at Thelma’s Diner, waiting for breakfast. Trying to capture all I can recall from yesterday and last night. And all that happened and was said at the diner earlier. Documenting everything. Just the researcher in me, I guess.
Also eavesdropping. Apparently Henry’s disappearance stirred up ugly memories of that pool.
The town fathers asked me to stay and delve into the pool mystery, but plainly, the townspeople want me gone.
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Present Day ~ The backpack was heavier than usual, but not as heavy as Noell’s heart. An iron skillet inside her backpack bounced against her in rhythm as she walked. Several copies of an herbal magazine cushioned mismatched dishes. Her face burned as she thought of
