“Mr. Musgrove’s sister repainted,” Billy said, “but that’s about it. She packed all Mr. Musgrove’s personal stuff, all the family things, and stored it up in the attic. That’s why it’s so creepy coming here. I mean, it’s the same furniture and everything, just other people’s pictures. Like their lives were just a coat of dust, and someone took a cloth and wiped it away. But that’s how life is, right? You think a place belongs to you, but it doesn’t. You’re just biding time. And time comes someone will box up your stuff too, like you were never here. Man, I hate coming out here.”
