Chapter 12
Before we had even finished eating my phone dinged to let me know that Nick's grandfather's sister had written a very lengthy response to my email. I finished off my bowl of soup and brought a hunk of bread with me up to my computer in the library where I could more easily read what she had written to me.
I admit it was a bit alarming, as she spun her tale, just how many people she had contacted to verify parts of the story. All of Chippewa Falls must be really wondering who I was and why I cared.
But she had really come through. She had tracked down two women whose age was nearly into triple digits but who remembered the story well, told to them by older siblings back in the day. It was clear that though Mr. Schmidt had lived all of his days alone in what had once been his p
