Part Five: A Dog

The path from that gate to the front door is about seventy feet, with lights set into the stone at ankle height, and I remember thinking, with complete clarity and some bitterness, this is what path lights cost.

Before we reached the step the door opened.

Arthur Vance is not a large man and he was fifty-five then and he was in his socks, holding a dish towel, and he looked at me for about a second and a half and said:

“Evelyn?”