“No, I’m finished there.” Henry shook his head. “How does everybody know everything?”
Simon nodded and smiled again. “Very small town,” he said. “I’ll let you go, then.”
Henry watched him walk into Doyle’s. The light spilling around Simon’s shoulders and the familiar greetings he got from people in the bar reminded Henry of the extent to which he was under scrutiny in Granite Point. Somehow Henry had ended up in a town with three odd sisters digging around at their nursery, making “remedies” in a cauldron, no doubt, and he was the curiosity.
Frank had slipped out from behind the bar to watch Simon and Henry through the big window. He reckoned that the new doctor had a lot to learn about the Sisters if he wanted to belong in Granite Point. Frank understood, or at least his wife had taught him, that each sister had a life that held in its smallness all the detail of a much larger tragedy. He’d listened to the story of the Sparrows because Claire had told it to him. If Henry seemed a bit undone by Patience, maybe it was because her story was still unwritten.
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