Chapter 12 – Protection Money
The next morning Lillian made coffee and toast. She knew I had to get back to my shop. I did have a business to run. We had a relaxing conversation at breakfast. Then Lillian brought up that autumn was quietly approaching. It was hard to believe I had been here just over eight months. And a crazy eight months it has been. “Tim, I know it’s a couple of months away, but I usually go to my brothers for Halloween and the Holidays. I guess you’ll be going back home for the Holidays. You’ve been here almost a year.” “No, Lillian. I have no reason to go back home. I have no home any longer, other than Medford.” “Can I ask?” Lillian asked sheepishly. “Sure, seven years ago, my parents were killed in a home …