The nice ladies at the Historical Society hesitated when they saw Brandon walk in already filming. Until one of them recognized him. Then it was all smiles and giggles and a rush to help us. Soon we were sitting at a table covered with old maps and government records since the time Hardwick had been first settled by white people.
Brandon set his camcorder on a tripod at the other side of the table, almost against the back wall, to keep in frame not only us, but also the loads of documents before us.
We'd spent about thirty minutes going through records when one of the old maps caught my attention.
"Look," I said, showing it to Brandon. "See this town, Greenwich? It was flooded when they built the Quabbin."
He leaned in, studying the area I was pointing at with a curious frown. "So? What's so special about it? Flooded graveyard or something like that?"
