Yet, all that changed the minute we rolled up in front of April Raines’ house in the Little Neck neighborhood of Ipswich. “I’ve been here before,” I told Ursula, surveying the neighborhood from my seat behind the wheel. “I am not surprised,” she said. “Thou art no stranger to Essex County.” “No, it’s not that. I’ve been to Great Neck before, but never out at this end. This place I know from somewhere else, my dreams I think.” “In thy dreams?” “Yeah, I know this neighborhood. I walked it in the rain. See that car?” I pointed to a Toyota parked across the street. “It’s got a busted taillight.” Ursula seemed conspicuously unimpressed. “Thou need not dream to see a broken light.” “I know that. What I’m saying is I remember seeing it last night.” “Did thou break it?”
