"Okay, Teddy."
"I'm going to talk to a few of the shopkeepers around town about filming in their stores. I'll come back and see you before I go."
She nodded, smiling.
I went up and down Main Street and got a verbal consent to film in several places. I was killing time until my car was fixed. I left the bed and desk in the house but already had my suitcase, computer and camera in the trunk of my car. I wasn't intending to go back there. Not on the anniversary of Betty Finch's death.
Even I'm not that brave.
Neville Hunt almost 5 years ago
... but maybe don’t hold your breath...