The Hermit of Turkey Hill is a story based upon a friendship, of sorts, that my grandfather -- Charlie Milroy -- had with a man who was the gentler sort of sociopath. The man lived in Ludlow for 35 years or so and spoke so few words that people weren't sure where he was from. I changed the name of the town, changed the name of the police chief -- my grandfather, and made up a number of characters and little events to flesh out the few facts I knew about this story. Those few facts were the important ones, but good narratives are not made up of only the important events. The little details, which may be in the background, are necessary to make the narrative concrete.
After wiping the sweat from his forehead, Charley MacGregor looked at his sister and asked, “Why do you do all that ironing when it’s so hot out, Helen?”