“Is it spooky living in that old house by yourself?” Roy asked me at lunch in the breakroom. “I heard that it was once a brothel and a speak-easy.”
“I don’t know about that, but at one time it was a hotel and a boarding house. All the bedrooms have old-fashioned locks.”
“About three years ago, there was a tour of homes and I got to walk through it. It cost five bucks per couple to walk through three houses, so Louise and I took the tour. The old Fleek House was one of them. I remember the button light switches because you rarely see them anymore.”
“For being so old, they still work,” I told him. “On the side of the house, there’s a tiny door leading to the basement. It’s a coal chute. There used to be a brick bin for the coal, but it’s gone. If you stand in the middle of it, you can sti
