John Graham

… past five in the afternoon by the time John and Elise Graham finally found their way into the little village that lay at the center of Willow, Maine, like a fleck of grit at the center of some dubious pearl. The village was less than five miles from the Hempstead Place, but they took two wrong turns on the way. When they finally arrived on Main Street, both of them were hot and out of sorts. The Ford’s air-conditioner had …

The University of Missouri researcher staying at the Hempstead Place in Willow to write about seventeenth-century French migration. He and wife Elise die in the supernatural toad rain.