The mid-morning sun was warm against his shoulders and he felt this was a good omen. It was the first time in the month since Ruth had died that he’d been conscious of the sun, of its warmth, of the fact that it was there at all. He heard the telephone ringing in the library, a sharp abrasive sou...
Dickerson said. “For God’s sake, let’s get going!” “No,” Blake said. “Not so fast. There’s going to be a delay, Dickerson. You might as well make up your mind to that.” “A delay?” Dickerson’s voice shook. “How long?” Blake thought a moment. “We can’t leave here for two hours.” “Two hours?” Dicker...
Rosa said. She had walked into the house close at his side, glancing at him with little smiles of pride, touching him, as if after thirty years she could not yet believe this beautiful man was her first-born. “We need you, Alberto.” “Please,” Bea said. “His name is Albert. Or Al. It is not Albert...