There was a gorgeous house up on a cliff, just outside of town. A beautiful oceanfront property that had been owned for as long as anyone could remember by a pair of sisters, Ethel and Honey Troy. The younger of the two had recently passed away, weeks after the first. “They couldn’t live without each other, I guess,” the waitress said. “I never did see one without the other.” Their house had been handed down to a nephew out west, and word was he was eager to sell.
