Last Joys
Last JoysOn my journey to the coast I changed my appearance several times – not fancy disguises, just different wigs, a beard, a reversible coat worn one way and the other. In the unlikely event that the police checked on other people following her, they wouldn't find any consistent reports. She had driven openly, telling the hospital where she was going, making sure she was noticed at service stations and such, and leaving her car at the boat hire shop; her journey was meant to be as...