We got us a newly delivered set of tires, says Opal and wades back out black, black angel to the sunken road. Roady's Place got the usual soak. A creek runs up the middle of the property now, almost year round. Doesn't matter for living. All that remains are two stone chimneys.
Nobody here knows who ever did live there.
Divvy says Ghosts come out from Roady's as regular as the sun shine. Sometimes Opal claims to hear a noise like a ghost would make, like a human noise, moaning and cackling. But she says, I don't spy on nothin. Now what's there is a teepee and some people that come from a place they had to leave. Divvy called in to say this place is changing and asked what I cared about it.