She picked her reading glasses up off the table and tucked them carefully into her cardigan pocket.

“We have to look at the municipal zoning board minutes from June,” she said.

At ten thirty we walked down the sidewalk to the Oak Creek library and headed straight for the little historical archives office in the basement.

Nora sat down in a wooden oak chair and started up the town computer system while I stood at her shoulder.

The monitor hummed softly in the cramped room as she worked her way through the municipal zoning committee records from three months earlier.