It was as if I were breaking the rules we had worked for years to set up, a system of small courtesies and avoidances and slow, fluid conversations that ran for days, pieces of hearsay and local news passed back and forth over meals and cups of tea to cover the bewildered quiet that had fallenupon us.
Chenery, the farm had fallen into disrepair upon their deaths and landed in the real estate portfolio of an attorney looking to eventually profit from the value of the land itself.