Fertile Ground Page #2

I understand.

Looks good.

You know, we never decided on a name.

I always liked Ruth.

So did l.

Are you still happy about all this?

Yeah, I am.

I like the quiet.

I was thinking I don't even think

I'm gonna miss the public library

or afternoons at the MoMA.

Well, that's good 'cause I got your MoMA

right here, baby.

Stop.

You think we should?

Yeah, I do.

Do you?

I'm a little scared that I'm, you know,

damaged.

You're perfect.

Wait. Come here.

What?

I love you.

Are you okay?

I'm okay.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Damn.

Nate!

Tree's attacking your pipes.

See, tree roots are drawn to water,

and old pipes like these aren't watertight.

Roots just bust 'em right open.

See?

Don't worry.

We'll get you clear and running again.

It's like they say,

"A flush is better than a full house."

Sorry, plumber joke.

-So, how much is this gonna cost us?

-You see right there? The pipes are gone.

What was that?

-I don't know.

-Get back there.

See all that corrosion?

Odds are, whoever did this is long gone.

I wouldn't worry about 'em coming back.

Odds? You're not sure?

Well, we won't know for sure

till we send them out for forensic testing.

Who could it be?

It's hard to say.

There might be

a missing persons report in the archive,

but I wouldn't bet on it.

Emily, great to see you.

-You too. Come on in.

-ls Nate ready?

Almost. Thanks for picking him up.

No problem.

We have a lot to go over on the way down.

There you are.

-Hello.

-Hi.

All right, shall we go?

-I'm ready when you are.

-Okay.

Last chance to change your mind.

No, you have fun checking out galleries.

Go get 'em.

-Love you.

-I love you too.

Bye, Emily.

Bye.

Hello?

Hello!

Hello? Hello?

-Sorry.

-No. No, it's okay.

I didn't hear you come in.

I don't get many visitors. So,

how can I help you?

Well, l...

My name's Emily. Emily Weaver.

And my husband and l,

-we just moved...

-You're the one who found the skeleton.

News travels fast.

Sure it does. Small town.

Right.

So...

Sorry. Here.

-Coffee?

-Sure. Thank you.

Good.

So, I bet you're anxious to find out

who was buried under your house.

Exactly.

Me too.

I have to confess,

your house has always fascinated me.

Tell me, are you a "Weaver" Weaver?

Are you related

to the Weavers who built the house?

Yes. Actually, my husband is, but...

What do you know about my house?

It has a dark history. There's just so much.

For example?

Well, in 1827,

Jeremiah Weaver shot himself,

Mary Weaver disappeared in the mid-1800s.

I think we found some of her things,

in my basement.

-Really?

-Really.

I'd love to see those.

So then, fast forward to

the turn of the century.

The notorious H. H. Holmes

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