The Photograph of a Newborn in a Yellow Knitted Hat
Evans had retired six years ago, but every Wednesday at one o’clock he had lunch with the foundation board.
The hospital lobby was quiet except for the low hum of a floor polisher.
He came through the administration doors at twenty past one carrying an umbrella and a leather portfolio.
His white hair was cut short, and he wore a heavy tweed overcoat with the collar turned up.
I stepped out from behind a pillar right into his path.
“Dr.