Edward oh'd and nodded. "Yeah, Pennsylvania..'He said though he didn't know the difference. "Well, all the good places are far from Whitby. It's a shit hole where people get trapped. It stinks here so much. I'd love to take a boat even if it wasn't mine. Your place would have to be better than here."

He turned slightly so she wouldn't look at his bad eye and stared at the wall where he saw some sort of bug crawling along the dull grey wall. "Yeah? If your dad is dead that means the place is yours." That's how it worked, he was sure. "We got grass and trees here, though it isn't so good." He didn't waste his time climbing trees. Messing with people in town was so much funner.

The boy caught her in the corner of his eye. "If you got back. Would you stay there and do what your dad did? Farm or whatever?"