Opal Little, had owned the building on Glade Street in Verner for forty-seven years. Originally it was the house her husband, Warner, built with his own hands and kept adding to, until it became a sprawling, eclectic residence that used to attract tourists. When Warner died in ’92, Mrs. Little moved to a smaller house with her daughter and turned the house into commercial rental. This was about the same time Verner was discovered by the baby boomers and experienced an influx of professionals. The Little building had six main units, three on the bottom and three upstairs. The corner upstairs was recently vacated by a chiropractor named Wilson who had decided to give up his practice, buy a sailboat, and circumnavigate the globe. “Seems silly to me,” Mrs. Little said, showing Steve the office. “What’s he going to do when he gets back?” “Maybe he won’t ever come back,” Steve said. “Maybe he’ll end up cracking bones in Madagascar.” “You’re a lawyer, you say?” “That’s right.”
