1994Chapter 17 Two trips home
Wallet, car keys, key to the condo, what else? Should I change clothes? No, I'm ready to go. What was keeping me? Something was drawing me to the doors leading to the balcony. How many times had I looked down at the pool, the garage, the rolling lawn, and the tree line beyond? What had gone through my mind that day I awoke in July 1985, and looked down at my surroundings? The water looked inviting then, and it looks inviting now. One shoe hit the floor before I got to the door, the other...