He crossed the last long fairway behind the hospital grounds, running as hard as he could. Ahead of him, the Chinaman sniffed the ground, then plunged through tree shadows, a mottled streak. As long as he kept going, Sherman could maintain a precarious equilibrium, concentrating on the single tho...
A few people that he knew greeted him and went inside to await the nine o’clock service. Lagging behind them was an elderly woman, smartly dressed, who climbed the stone steps, but halfway up, he watched her stop, slowly turn and come back down the steps toward him. “Excuse me,” she said. “You’re...