My father's brow furrowed. "Well, no, not really. Old Mrs. Henley used to talk about writing it all down, but she passed before she could get around to it."
"What a shame," Luke mused. "You know, Mr. Carlisle, with your knowledge of local history and my experience in research and writing, we could potentially collaborate on such a project. It would be a wonderful way to honor the town's heritage."
I held my breath, watching my father's reaction. For a moment, he seemed to be considering the idea. Then he shook his head.
"I don't have time for such frivolities, Mr. Montgomery. Some of us have real work to attend to."
Luke's smile didn't falter. "Of course, I understand. It was just a thought. Perhaps another time."
As the evening wore on, I found myself growing increasingly frustrated
