After the rain, it had stayed above freezing. Carly was eager to head back to the Crawfordsville Bridge area. Even though the sky was clear, this time she threw her new rain jacket into her wicker basket along with a notebook and pen, her lunch, and her freshly charged phone. Her first stop was the couple who lived at Martha’s old home-place. But they’d never heard of James Irish and didn’t recognize the surname. After that, she went to the bridge, using it for a starting point, and rode away from Crawfordsville. She hadn’t gone far when she saw an elderly man in jeans and a striped polo shirt walking to his mailbox. She hit the brakes and came to a clean stop. “You handle that bike like a pro.” “That’s because it’s my mode of transportation.” “You don’t have a horse and buggy?” he asked. “Oh, I’m not Amish. I’m Conservative Mennonite.” “Is that a fact? Well can’t say as I know one from the other.” She fixed her kickstand and offered her hand. “My name’s Carly Blosser.
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