"Well, the letter is addressed to a Mrs. Rafferty, and it mentions her daughter's engagement party." Athena paused. "Seriously? She had a party because she got engaged? Did she get presents?"
"Athena!" her mother chastised her. Athena rolled her eyes and went on.
"I never heard of a Mrs. Rafferty, but that doesn't mean anything, according to David's mother!" She looked at the diary again. "I really need to read this, to get more information. There has to be a reason that it's here."
"Not really," Taryn answered. "It could have been put in the boxcar years ago, shortly after it was finished, and no one noticed it before now." She was about to continue when the shopkeeper, the one Athena's mother was fond of, pulled out a harmonica and started playing it. There was no obvious reason to do so. There wasn't any sort of dramatic moment that required music to point out how dramatic it was. There wasn't any long silence that needed filling. The man simply pulled it out and started playing. The young people looked at him like he was extremely odd but tolerable, and resumed their discussion of the diary and the mystery.
While they talked, they were also all walking -- toward town. It was a weird parade of people, cows, and a harmonica accompaniment. The people were also all hoping -- that the cows would adopt anyone but them. Most of them had their hopes met -- those who didn't happen to live in the nearby apple orchard. David and his mother were not nearly as happy as everyone else.
David's mother found her way next to Athena. "He used to have a wife, you know." She nodded to the harmonica playing shopkeeper.
"Him?" Athena looked at her mother's love interest.
"Yep. And kids."
"What happened to them?"