Chapter 6
Squinting against the sun's glare she followed the signs to Gettysburg, turned onto US-15 Business/Steinwehr Avenue, then peeled left onto US-15 Business North, soon entering the Gettysburg National Military Park. She zoomed by a hodgepodge of brick, white frame and flagstone houses, double-wide trailers, one-story hotels and hokey tourist traps.
Post and rail fences, bronze tablets, cannons and statues of soldiers lined both sides of the two-lane road. In the distant far right were two, rocky, bare hills. They rose out of the gentle landscape like twin sentinels.
Further down on the left side of the road were sweeping, monument free, open fields which seemed empty and lifeless. She blinked. Lifeless? That was a strange observation. A chill, a heightened anxiety, rippled through her. They were anything but lifeless, spiritually lifeless, that is.
She focused on the road and drove by the ruins of the old cyclorama building across the street from General Pickett's Buffett and McDonalds, through the business district, around Lincoln Square and passing the stately Gettysburg Hotel. She exited the traffic circle onto Chambersburg Street and eventually landed on Old Route 30 West.
The ride's pleasant monotony relaxed her and her mind wandered back to her final meeting with her uncle's lawyer, Mr. Fitzgerald F. Steinberg, a prim man who thought laughter a mortal sin.
He handed her keys to Cavalry Manor. "By the way Cavalry Manor is haunted and has been for decades." His voice was a grating mixture of Bronx New York and Boston inflections.
Maureen knew that already. She was curious, though. What did he know about her ghost? "By whom, sir?"
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