The apartment was in better shape than Everett last remembered. His grandfather had already begun cleaning it. The kitchenette and dining room were tiny, but easy to maintain. Their electricity use would be less than in the house. His grandfather put a cleaning supply kit on the kitchenette counter and instructed him to wipe down the kitchen. The bookstore was a corner shop, so the kitchen window had a nice view of one of downtown Sundale’s busy intersections. Everett peered out the window in between cleaning the crannies of the kitchenette. The shop opened for several hours in the morning to catch early bird Sunday shoppers. Sundays were busier here than in downtown Ashville. Sundale had more shops, and during the day there was a more favorable shopping atmosphere for families. At night, Sundale’s bars and clubs provided entertainment for the rowdy crowd, and the town’s party animals came out to play. Ghosts would be coming here for bridge access, and Everett would have to provide it in the midst of a crowded area.
