"Have you been at this very long?" Harry asked.
"Almost a year. All I knew for certain was that she came to this area. I bought a second-hand van, turned it into a mini travel home and worked in fast-food outlets" She shrugged. "If I don't find what I need, I'll work my way back home and choose another topic for my thesis."
"Don't worry," Miss P said."I have stories about your ancestor's life in this country, which should be of help. But I won't go into them now." She pointed to a large brown envelope on the side table beside her chair. "I printed them for you. I look forward to reading a copy of your thesis when it's finished."
"Absolutely," Eliza said, "complete with sketches."
"I look forward to reading it, and then I'll pass it on to the Historical Society," Miss P said.
Eliza stood up. "I've enjoyed meeting you all, but now I must return to my work."
"The pleasure is ours, my dear."
"Put your bike in the truck," Harry said. "I'll give you a ride." As they drove away, Miss P and Glory waved from the porch.
That evening, Harry invited Bertie, Silas and Joe for a barbecue, and told them how Aunt Lizzy's story was the real Storm Legend.
