An interview with Seth Chapin, from Sheila Connolly's Orchard Mystery Series.
You want me to what? Oh, sorry, I’ve got to get that phone. [GAP]
Now, where were we? You’re asking me about Meg Corey? I don’t know that she’d want me to be telling tales about her. Have you talked to her?
Oh, you have. Okay, I guess. Meg is a neighbor, and my landlady, sort of, and one of the most determined people I know. It’s not obvious when you meet her, because she comes across as really nice, but she’s got a lot of bulldog in her. I mean that in a good way. She moved to Granford a year ago and stumbled over a dead body right away. I have to admit when it happened I had some doubts, and so did a lot of people in town, because we hadn’t gotten to know her yet. After all, she knew the dead guy, and he was found in her yard. Well, actually, I found him. Not pretty.
Some people might have just given up and left town at that point, but Meg didn’t let a bad start discourage her. She stayed in Granford and she decided to try to work the orchard up the hill there. It’s an old one, and it’s been producing for as long as anyone around here can remember. It runs right up to my land—I live just over the hill. What’m I doing here? I’m renting space in Meg’s outbuildings, for my business—building renovation and restoration. Yes, old buildings take a lot of maintenance, but I enjoy it. Letting me use the space works well for both Meg and me.
Excuse me again—I’ve got to take this call. It’s about town business—I’m a selectman. [GAP] Sorry to keep interrupting. Meg says I can’t keep myself from helping anyone who asks, and on top of that I’ve got a business to run. Where were we? Oh, right, the orchard. So Meg dug in, hired people, took some classes, and darned if she didn’t actually turn a profit on her apple sales this past year. That’s not easy to do, and I keep telling her she should be proud of herself.
Murders? Well, yes, she’s found a few bodies, but it’s not her fault. I mean, no way is Meg Corey a murderer—she’s as honest as they come. Her mother? Okay, there was a little while that we thought maybe her mother had been involved with a murder, but it wasn’t true. You’re right—Meg’s had kind of a tough time of it here.
What do you mean, are we involved? With each other? Why don’t you ask her? Oh, that’s what she said? Well, we’re friends. More than friends? Isn’t that kind of a nosy question? We’re old-time Yankees—we don’t talk about personal stuff with people we don’t know well. Not even people we do know well, most of the time. But I’ll back Meg one hundred percent in whatever she wants to do. I hope she decides to stay in Granford—we need good people like her in this town. Do I want her to stay? You mean, personally? Well, yeah, I do. She knows that.