has lived in the same house for 175 years.
Relatives sold off most everything at an auction.
WM may have been a thief.
WM wrote a letter to Louise telling her to be careful. (Maybe she was a thief too?)
The house will be demolished unless I figure out a way to stop it.
I stuffed it back in my jeans. Hopefully, weâd learn more at the museum.
Franklin, wearing his Boy Scout uniform and a camera over his shoulder, finally rode into the driveway and carefully parked his bike under the oak. âAre you two ready to depart?â
âYou could just say, âleave,â Franklin. Whatâs with the uniform? I thought Scouts were over for the summer.â
Franklin straightened his neckerchief. âSince itâs Scout business, I wanted to look professional.â
âGotcha. Letâs go.â
We were going to see Bertie at the Grey Motel before heading to the museum. Her usual morning routine included holding court at their restaurant and catching up on the town gossip. If we played our cards right, weâd score another breakfast and a personal tour of the museum. Bertie canât resist showing it off.
âLou,â Franklin said, âI do have some information for you.â
âWhat?â
âThere was a vote last Friday. We were right. The county wants to build new offices on your property. They offered to buy it from your dad, but he said no. So they voted to condemn it.â He frowned. âIâm sorry.â
I looked back at our house as we walked. It looked sadder. âIf we move, Iâll just die,â I said.
âYouâre not moving,â Benzer said. âThat would not be excitingâit would be tragic. We prayed for exciting, remember?â
I frowned. âYeah, yeah, I remember.â
âWell, technically speaking, exciting does mean to âstir up emotion,â so loss of any kind could be labeled âexciting.ââ
âFranklin,â I said, walking faster, âhas anyone ever told you how annoying your brain can be?â
âYes,â he said, sighing. âFrequently.â
âHey, check it out.â Benzer said. He pointed to where a red flyer hung on a telephone pole. âZollicoffer Minority Scholarship Fund-Raiser. I bet this is for Isaac.â
I looked down the sidewalk. Red flyers lined both sides of the street as far as I could see.
âThatâs great. Especially since the chances of winning the Pride of Zollicoffer scholarship are slim to none unless youâre white, at least while Coach Peeler is in charge.â I shook my head. âItâs so unfair how people like Coach Peeler and Pete Winningham get to mess with peopleâs futures.â
âThatâs why being governor is on my list,â Franklin said. âIf you want to change things, you need to be a person of significance and take action.â
I dropped my head. âWe canât wait that long, Franklin. We have to figure something out now, significant or not, and take action.â
The Grey Motel parking lot was full. The sleigh bells attached to the door announced our arrival, and we walked through the crowded room to the booth where Bertie sat.
âWhat are yâall doing here this early? Isnât summer vacation for sleeping till noon?â
I shrugged, and the three of us slid in around her.
Bertie moved her coffee and newspaper. âRobbie,â she called to the waitress, âif those biscuits are hot, Iâm sure these kids would like some with your famous chocolate gravy.â
Franklin and Benzer grinned. Chocolate gravy was the dinerâs specialty.
A few minutes later, Robbie came back with a plate of steaming biscuits and a gravy boat. As we ate, Bertie turned to speak to a friend in the booth behind her. I watched, amazed. Iâd heard her come up the stairs to bed about midnight, and she was gone by the time I got up at eight oâclock, yet no frown lines, no bags under the