It was eleven thirty-five on Thursday, and he had been up since six that morning. He knew he was early, but he was eager to see Jenny again, and there wasn’t a lot to do in Apple Creek on a Thursday morning. He got out to stretch his legs and then got back in the car. He turned on the radio, spun the knob, and dialed in a station from somewhere in Indiana. The announcer was droning on about crop yields and weather reports, interspersing his dialogue with overly hyped commentary about the big sale down at the local Chevrolet dealer and the senior special at a place called Frenchie’s Restaurant. Then two little girls came on and sang a song about another local business. For every heating problem Be your furnace old or new Call Boyle Fuel Company And they’ll solve them all for you If you need coal or oil, call Boyle Fairfax eight, one-five-two-one, fairfax eight, one-five-two-one He tried switching stations to see if anyone was playing some modern music, but the closest he got was Eddy Arnold singing “Make the World Go Away.”
