Chapter 8

Chapter 8

 I asked if he was ready to go.  He nodded yes though his face looked confused.  I didn't blame him, it was beyond confusing for me too. As we made our way to town he asked me if I was ok. I guess my quietness was unusual.  Edward was a good neighbor and even more ever since Caroline passed away. He is about twenty years younger than me and has helped me cut wood for the past ten years without as much as asking or expecting anything in return. I have often tried to return the favor by money or food, but he always just smiles and says that this was his road to heaven.

We were about half way to town when I started to tell him about what I had read in the letter. He asked me if maybe I had written it in my sleep. I shook my head I and said no because it was in Caroline’s hand writing. We talked back and forth trying to come up with a reason for what had happened but every thought didn't seem to make any sense at all. As we pulled into town we made our way to Gilbert’s general store. I needed to pick up some flour, salt and other small things. As I walked in Charley Gilbert, the owner and an old friend,  was behind the counter. At first he smiled as if to say hello but then his face turned quiet, I said good morning Charley but he……