Chapter 8
It wasn’t long before the four of them were making their way back down the stairs. The old calico had refused to budge, she was comfortable and warm curled up in the corner of the couch. Paige let her stay, somehow knowing that the cat would be a permanent fixture in their living space. While John walked over to the front door to be sure it was locked, Paige took a closer look around the depot. For all sense and purpose, the station was the equivalent of a five and dime general store.
But it had not lost its atmosphere of patience. It had always been a place to wait; wait for the next train going out, wait for the passengers to disembark from incoming trains, wait in line to purchase your ticket or send a telegram. Benches placed outside at the front entry welcomed customers, a
