"Why don't you think he should've stayed in the house?"
She turned on the barstool and looked out the front window. There were a few cars coming by every now and then to prove that there were other people in the world besides Mo and me. She leaned her elbows back on the dirty counter.
"Too many memories. All he had was his mother and now she was gone. He rarely left the house at all. They still had money from the settlement with the factory so he didn't have to work. He had his groceries delivered to his door."