"Aw, man, he was the nicest guy. You would have liked him. Talked to everyone like an equal, even kids. We used to talk about video-game design, computer science. Stuff like that. But like a grown-up, you know? He just knew a little bit about everything. Everything interested him. We were a couple of doors down from them. My parents were good friends with them. My mom jogged with Mrs. Musgrove a couple times a week. Ginny and my sister were like this."
"Yeah, he had a guy at first, but it didn't work out. Threw a party down here or some shit-Mr. Musgrove fired him. So after I got my driver's license, Mr. Musgrove hired me. I wasn't really the party-throwing type, you know? He paid me to drive out once a month and make sure everything was good. Said he just couldn't do it. That's why I figured it was a good place for Suzanne to hole up. No one ever came out here but me."
"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."