CHAPTER 85
I set Rose down and allowed her to walk beside us. I was happy to see that she was well behaved, keeping pace with us and not wandering off. She ran to a small patch of grass to relieve herself, but then ran right back. I reached down and gave her another small piece of the hotdog, and she ate it happily.
We passed a large, historic church, walked alongside a small, white picket fence, and then turned and entered a walkway that led through immaculately kept grounds. The grass was green and vibrant, even this time of year. To one side of us was a magnificent old whaling Church, and to the other was an enormous whaling house from the mid-19th century, with a large veranda in the back. The sign read: “The Daniel Fisher House.” It was the most beautiful house I’d ever seen. I could happily picture myself living there. Strolling through its backyard, with Caleb holding my hand and Rose by my side, it almost felt like we were home.