Deb turned, a snippet she’d read in her Auntie Zelda’s notebooks flashing into her mind.
A sad story, something about...a young girl and her sweetheart, maybe?
And hadn’t Jeff said something about people meeting up here earlier?
“Jeff, you mentioned this being a hot—”
The rumble turned itself up all at once, jumping from a distant tremble under Deb’s feet to rattling her teeth.
“Hurry, come over here and join hands!” Annie shouted, standing in front of the wall across from the ticket window.
A couple of ladders leaned against the clean white surface, along with big push brooms and industrial-size trash cans. Deb tried to imagine a crush of people here over a hundred years ago, wearing suits and hats and long traveling dresses, returning home or setting out on a new adventure out in t
