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Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 11
When Madam Mitchell saw Grandpa, she treated him like her lifeline."Moses! Moses, please! You have to help me persuade Fred. We've been neighbors for decades!"My heart clenched. I was afraid Grandpa would feel bad for them. I turned around to push him back into his room."Grandpa, it's cold outside. Don't worry about this. I'll handle it."But Grandpa waved his hand, signaling me to move aside. I didn't see any pity in his eyes, only indifference and contempt."Peggy, did it occur to you that we were neighbors when you brought a crowd to besiege my house and accuse my grandson of being mean-spirited and heartless? What about when you threw bricks at my windows or killed my chickens? Did it occur to you then?"Madam Mitchell's crying abruptly faltered."Freddy worked hard to earn his money. Every single cent represents the long hours and laborious effort he put in. He doesn't owe you guys anything!"Grandpa took a deep breath. His voice was firm and resolute. "Freddy, close th
Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 10
Ms. Nelson and Madam Mitchell exchanged a glance. Madam Mitchell swallowed hard before finally gathering the courage to speak."Fred... a-about what we did before, we behaved very foolishly. We let greed cloud our judgment. We shouldn't have let other people stir us up into confronting you. We shouldn't have smashed your grandpa's windows…"Please, be the bigger person and don't hold it against ignorant country folks like us."As she spoke, she pushed the basket of eggs forward."These are from our own hens. They're free-range eggs. Give them to your grandpa. It'll be good for his health."I looked at the basket of eggs. All it did was remind me of the two chickens they killed six months ago."Take them away," I said icily. "My grandpa doesn't need your filthy eggs."Madam Mitchell's hands froze in midair. She didn't know whether to pull back or not. Ms. Nelson hastily chimed in to ease the tension."It's just a small gesture from us, your old neighbors, Fred. Actually, the mai
Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 9
After a brief flash of confusion, I figured out why that happened.The geology around Hopeville was fairly unusual. Freshwater ran through the shallow layers of the ground, but brackish water lay deeper underground.Part of the reason it cost me over 80,000 dollars to set up the first well was that I'd hired an expert surveying team to identify a suitable underground water source. The team had to run multiple tests and install several layers of filtration systems before we managed to bring up fresh, clean water.But the villagers had tried to save money and dug blindly into the ground, so they had broken straight through into the layer filled with brackish water."The water was nowhere near fit for human consumption!" Gemma continued to fill me in. "The water quality was seriously beyond acceptable standards. It was bitter and unpleasant. When they boiled it, a thick layer of white mineral scale formed at the bottom of the kettle."People got diarrhea from drinking it. Even the vi
Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 8
At that moment, I got a call from Ms. Nelson, too. I put it on speaker mode."Fred Sherman! Have you lost your mind? You brought people to fill in the well, and you're even destroying the senior activity center and taking everything away! What you're destroying is village property. I'm going to report you to the police!"Her angry shouting didn't make me flinch at all. I felt nothing but amusement. "Go right ahead and report me, Ms. Nelson." My voice was calm. "I paid to set up that well. I donated all of the funds to build the senior activity center. All of the contracts and invoices are still with me."Oh, as for the 2,400 dollars the villagers coughed up back then, I transferred a total of 3,000 dollars back to you guys to divvy up among yourselves. I even gave extra for interest. So now, everything I'm taking and destroying is my private property. I can do whatever I want with them."For a moment, Ms. Nelson couldn't speak. I soon heard the sound of her ragged breathing over
Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 7
Grandpa pulled through. The doctor said he suffered from acute myocardial ischemia. After taking off his mask, the doctor sighed."If you had brought him in ten minutes later, he would've been beyond saving."The doctor's words stabbed me in the heart like a dagger. I spent the entire night sitting beside Grandpa's hospital bed. I stared at his ashen face. I listened to the heart monitor beeping away.It felt like I'd plunged into an icy abyss, and my heart turned into a block of ice. I no longer felt even the slightest lingering attachment to Hopeville.After heading into the stairwell at the end of the hallway, I lit a cigarette. It'd been ages since I last smoked one, but right now, I needed the nicotine to soothe my nerves and suppress my urge to commit murder.I pulled out my phone and made a call."Hey, Jocelyn."I'd called Jocelyn Hill, a construction crew supervisor that my company often dealt with."Hey, Fred. It's pretty early. Do you have an urgent job for us?" she a
Burying the Village Well, Digging up Regret Chapter 6
I turned around and took Grandpa's cold hand. "Grandpa, get in the car."I reached for the passenger door to help him into the seat, but as my hand touched the door handle, Madam Mitchell pressed against it and held it shut."Trying to leave, huh? That's not happening!" She glared at me, her murky eyes bloodshot. "Since you refuse to fix the well or help the village anymore, fine! Give us back the money we gave you back then!"Freezing, I stared at her in disbelief. "The 20 dollars?""That's right! Give us back our 20 dollars!" Madam Mitchell demanded indignantly. "Now that the well is ruined and can't be used, you have to return our money!"The crowd erupted again."She's right! Give us our money back!""That's our hard-earned money! Why should we let it go down the drain?""Don't even think about driving out of here until you give us our money!""Smash his car!"They all shouted at the top of their lungs, flailing their fists as they moved closer. Dozens of flashlight beams
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