Sonia
Sonia By Margaret Jeanette Sam Henning was taking his evening walk. He always walked after supper. It was his way of avoiding arguments that seemed to be more common with his wife Trudy lately. He liked to roll with the waves, not inclined to be quarrelsome or make any kind of trouble. He knew he was a bit of a wimp but he was satisfied, knowing that he was avoiding a confrontation with anyone. He was four blocks from home and passing Sandy Livingston's house just as she was...