Chapter 122018—mid-April
Eric had a full day Tuesday, and was wiped out by the time he arrived back at the house. He took a quick shower, changed into comfortable clothes, and settled down at the table with a glass of iced tea to do some class preparation.
After his classwork had been taken care of, he spent the rest of his time transcribing the paperwork that Carlton had gotten at the funeral home, and it contained a tremendous amount of information. Old Man Perkins—as they’d come to think of him—had apparently loved to write, and his notes were extensive, and more often than not, a bit flowery. Because the writing was so old, and the ink had faded a bit, some of the notes were hard to read, but with the aid of a magnifying glass, he managed to get it all neatly typed up. By the time Ca
