The Legend of Lucy Keyes Page #2
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- 2005
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embracing a more environmentally
friendly technology
or sticking with the status quo.
Ms. Caswell.
what disturbing this site
will do to this sensitive
historic place?
I'm sorry, I'm not quite sure
what you are referring to.
Many consider
that to be Martha's land.
I was under the impression
this was town owned land.
It is town owned Guy.
You know my concerns. Have you
expressed them to Mr. Cooley?
Gretchen, please,
we've spoken of this.
Don't waste any more
of Mr. Cooley's time.
I'm sure every effort
is going to be taken to insure
the historical sanctity
of this land, so...
-Consider yourselves warned.
-Gretchen, that's enough!
This is our land
and this is the eighty acres
that the town bought
for the windmills.
I wonder if it used
to be one big farm?
Oh, in fact it was.
It belonged
to the Eli Farnum family.
They owned the farm next to yours.
Samantha, this is my wife, Jeanne.
Jeanne, Samantha.
Samantha Porter,
welcome to town.
-That went very well.
-Yeah, yeah, it did.
That woman,
she talked about
the historical
significance of the land?
-It's just a silly old town legend.
-It's nothing we need to worry about.
Not in the least.
Gretchen Caswell is local color.
There's always someone who will
object no matter how good an idea
-you put on the table. Right?
-Absolutely.
-Nice to see you.
-Nice to see you.
-Hi.
-Good morning.
-Breakfast tea to go.
-Sure.
$1.59 please.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You just moved into the old farm
on Westminster Road, didn't you?
Yes, we did.
How do you do? Jeanne Cooley.
Gretchen Caswell. Do you have time
to join me or are you in a hurry?
Yeah... No.
So, you talked about...
At the town meeting you talked
about historic place and Martha?
No, I'm not, I'm afraid I'm not.
Not anymore.
Do you believe in the afterlife?
I don't know, I guess.
Tell me, dear,
what is your greatest fear?
Losing a child?
What are you saying?
Your little girl?
You'd never get over that.
-I better go.
-Please,
you misunderstand me.
Sit down, please.
Just one second.
Hold on.
Is this ever going to work?
Just a minute.
So Gretchen Caswell
is not just local color.
What do you mean?
I think she threatened me
and the kids.
What are you talking about?
I don't know.
Did we do something to offend her?
Why? What did she say?
She was asking all these questions
about me
and the kids and fears and...
I don't know.
She was asking questions?
Do you want me to call the police?
I don't know.
Maybe I imagined it.
I'll talk to her about it.
- Voil.
-Oh, you're a genius.
See ya.
Hey! Hey, slow down.
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