“Yup.”

“What kind of photography?”

Daniel screwed up his face. “Not sure, exactly. Think they did different kinds of things, whatever paid the bills. Weddings, nature stuff. Did a couple of picture books of the Hudson Valley, the Finger Lakes.”

“Where’d they move to?”

Daniel slowly shook his head. “Don’t know. They didn’t even tell me they were moving. One day they were just gone. Didn’t even pack up their own stuff. Moving truck came a few weeks after they left, cleared the place out without them even being there.”

Annie had become curious. “When was this?”

“Five, six years ago. They never did sell the place. Well, they did, but they sold it to the real estate people, and they’ve been renting it out off and on since then. Been some seasons it just sits empty, which is a shame, nice house like that. But they’ve kept it up good. That woman who was just visiting you? She looks after it.”

“I wonder why they left. The photographers.”

A shrug. “People get restless. But not me. Built that house. Not leaving.”

Annie smiled. Daniel was starting to grow on her. They were both quiet a moment. Daniel broke the silence. “I imagine, coming here from the big city, it’s a tad quieter.”

She managed a weak chuckle. “I could hardly get to sleep last night without all the sirens and garbage trucks and what have you. You get used to all that background noise, and can’t manage without it. I’ll have to get a white noise app for my phone or something.”

Daniel looked puzzled, but didn’t ask for an explanation.

Annie said, “I did love hearing the train, though.”

“Train?”

“Woke me up, can’t remember when, exactly. But it was . . . I don’t know how to describe it. It was a comfort.”

“You had to have heard something else,” he said.

“Oh, I know what a train sounds like,” she said. “Must have been on those tracks, just up that way.” She pointed.

“Yeah, that would be the old A&B. The Albany & Bennington. Small railroad, went out of business some time ago. Nothing’s run on those tracks for several years now. Have a look, you’ll see the top of the rails are rusted. You got a train running on it, it keeps the rail tops shiny. There’s been talk of pulling them up altogether and making it a hiking trail, given that it’s fallen into disuse. You must’ve heard a truck.”

Annie considered that. “Maybe so,” she said quietly. It wasn’t worth an argument. She knew what she’d heard. She might be from the city, but she wasn’t an idiot.

“I best be off,” he said, slowly rising from the chair. “It’s been nice talking with you.”