“Why would her family live all the way out here if she’s got medical problems? If I were them, I’d move to Bangor.” He steals a glance my way, the frown on his forehead deep. “Because her family has lived here for hundreds of years. This is their home. This is what they know. This is how they want to live.” He says it so matter-of-factly, as if there’s no other explanation and there’s no need to elaborate. “I don’t get it.” “You don’t have to; you just have to respect it.”
