called a voice, just as Gavin was about to open the hospital entrance door for Amy. They both turned to see Katz walking slowly toward them alongside a short, elderly man with a thick white beard and yarmulke skullcap. The man kept one hand on Katz’s left arm. He wore dark sunglasses.  ...
Gavin had been asleep, exhausted from the previous night’s work that carried well into the predawn hours. “What time is it?” he mumbled, unwilling to open his eyelids. Since Amy had moved in with him two years ago, he never knew what time it was upon waking. Unlike him, Am...