Chapter Twenty-NineThe mist shrouding my heart evaporated. The fog cleared from my brain. Once the mystery had been revealed, the town of Applewood was left to itself. Left to cope with the challenges facing it. Rebellious youth. Erosion of traditional mores and values. Rampant development. Influx of tourists and new money as Applewood embodied a microcosm of upheaval, both good and bad in its continuing search for clarification of its identity. I simply believed the town suffered through a personality crisis. But what a week it had been! Just mere days after Norma Jennings' body had been fished from the water and I felt as if I'd shed an entire life.
A week later, I managed to get up and around on crutches, feeling well enough to go to Wishbone's funeral. His remains had been released by
