“There’s more to it than that. Although you’re right. Funny how time collapses on us. That happened to her when she went south. I almost said home but it wasn’t ever home to her. I think not. I think this was her home. I think those twenty-five years meant something to her. So I don’t think it was home she went back to but where she came out of. Sometimes there’s no difference, others it’s all the world. But there was something happened there. I’d like to know. I wish she’d felt she could tell me. She always told me everything else. Far as I know and I think I know pretty good. But there was something, somebody. It wasn’t just whoever told her about that old Peter man, although it could’ve been the same person. But it was something more than that telling. I’m thinking, if she was talking out loud to ghosts what else was there then that was so bad she wouldn’t talk out loud about it? Or maybe not a ghost to tell it to? Or both? Maybe neither. I wish I knew.”

“You thought about going down there?”

“No. Even I found something out, learned something, it wouldn’t give me more answer than I’ve already got.”

“It might.”

“No.”

“Because it wouldn’t change anything.”

“That’s right.”