Chapter TwentyApplewood hadn't changed a jot since I'd left but now it seemed sprightlier and I felt true affection for it. Friday afternoon in the summer and people pined for the weekend, barbecuing in the backyard, frolicking on the beach and generally, weathering the influx of weekenders who descended on the community. We pretended that the precious time wasn't spoiled by the noisy invasion. I passed the RSC Developments project in the works on the edge of town. It was a new concept; a complex of something called townhouses, the concept adapted originally from Britain where row houses have been in existence for centuries.
This particular development, called Applewood Manor and Marina took the idea even further. Built for convenience, Rothwell wanted to construct a self-contained commun
