"All right. Just let me talk to your teacher first."

"He's not a teacher, he's Mr. Gil!" she said. Running around to the other side of the car, she pulled open the back door and threw her pack inside.

Mrs. Hastings marched up to Gil and held out her hand. "Sylvia Hastings. You used to work in my building, I never forget a face. You're... Walter?"

Gil smiled and shook her hand. "Walton. Gilbert Walton. Call me Gil."

"Nice to meet you Gilbert. Are you a new teacher?"

"No, ma'am, Maintenance."

She nodded. "You always answered the phone. I miss that. The new company sends all our calls to somewhere else. Their customer service has an accent." She shook her head. "Well, thank you for watching my granddaughter. I hope she wasn't any trouble."

"No trouble at all, ma'am. By the way, do you mind if I ask you a question? I used to know a neighbor of yours, Simon Gage, but I lost track of him. Do you know where he's living now?"

"Simon Gage?" Her face fell, and she shook her head. "Oh that poor man, he was so nice. He had some kind of brain injury. I heard he was living in a home now."

"Do you know which one? I'd like to visit."

"Let me think. I..."

A car horn honked behind them. Mrs. Hastings turned around.

"Grandma!" Iz called, leaning out the passenger window. "Come on! I'm going to miss the show!"

"Isadora, where are your manners?" she snapped. "I am talking to Mr. Walton! I will be done in a minute!" Iz groaned and sat down again. Mrs. Hastings turned back to Gil.

"Sorry, her mother spoils her. You wanted the name of the home, right? Let me think... That man told me... It was River... Creek...? Brook. Brook? That was it! Brookside Estates. It's in West Allis. I don't have the address with me, but I'm sure you can look it up." She smiled at him. "Nice to meet you Mr. Walton." she said, and walked back to her car.

"Nice to meet you too." Gil said, he watched as she pulled out of the parking lot then went back inside to search for the address.