The research into the graduates of Neighborlee Children's Home ran into a roadblock. Only the records of the last ten or so years had been computerized. Everything earlier was waiting to be uploaded, and it wasn’t a priority. Getting physical access to the older records would have to be added to Jane’s list of tasks once she moved to town and became accepted.
"It just strikes me as odd, you know?" she told Katie during a quick dinner visit spent in speculating. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone is hiding the information, protecting it, maybe ...”
"Maybe someone is keeping important information like that from leaving the town boundaries?" Katie suggested.
"Maybe. Who knows?" She looked around her apartment, caught somewhere between packing and unpacking. She had been too optimistic, jumping the gun and packing before all the delays with the building hit. When she needed things for daily living, she had started unpacking. Every time she got a bit of news of progress from the landlord, she started packing again, but when there was another delay, she unpacked a little bit.
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