(This is now part 4 of this series. The previous story was Mrs Adams. Check out the Table of Contents)
When I finished work, I walked downtown. I wasn’t consciously seeking out Galvin, but I have to admit that is exactly what I was doing. Normally I’d try to avoid him, but on a rare occasion he is a wealth of information.
I walked into Strickland’s. Bob Strickland was something of an institution. His store had been there for over sixty years and had become the main gathering spot for male gossip around the village. If I had been after anything that had happened since he’d moved into town, he’d have been the first person I’d ask. But I was looking for older answers.
“Hey Gill,” Bob said. ‘Watcha up to?”
“Oh, nothing much,” I said. “I was going to go over to Maude’s to grab a cup of coffee and was looking to see if anyone was around who might want to chat.”
“Well,” Bob said, with a wink, “you can always take Galvin.”
“Ah, I bet Gill is sick of me today,” Galvin said. “I chewed his ear off already.”
“No, why don’t you go with Gill, give me time to clean up before I close for the day,” Bob said.
“Sure, why don’t you come, Galvin,” I said. “I’ll just ignore you if you get on my nerves.”
“What’d be new about that, then?” Galvin said. “OK, Gill, let’s go. Gee, ya guys are harsh around here.” Continue reading