“Then he says, “The Oaks.” “Yes?” “That’s what they’re calling it.” “Calling what?” “The new place. The mall.” It’s a little easier for him to talk now because we’re out of the hills. We’re coming down from our regular outing in the Shelter Brook Set-Aside, the land that Liam Metarey preserved. Every week, we take a meandering hike up the short slope that looks over the last stretch of undeveloped terrain between the old Silverton Orchards and Saline. “Well,” I say, “I gu...ess there’s nothing I’d put past them. Just surprised I hadn’t heard about it.” “Don’t worry.” He turns up his boot sole to pick a stone out of it. “You’re only a newspaper guy.” He rubs his hands, then leans them on his knees to rest. “Last to know,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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