Chapter 6
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Dacque’s telephone rang at eight-thirty on Saturday morning. He did not have caller ID but he knew exactly who would be on the other end of the line. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, Dacque, it’s Dani. It is a beautiful day out there, so I suspect you are going for your morning walk soon?”
“Definitely. Are you joining me?”
“Yes. MacDunnah Park, our bench?”
“Of course. When are you leaving?”
“Anytime you like.”
“I’m ready now, how about you?”
“I’m ready. See you there.”
“Bye.”
Dacque tried to walk every morning, weather permitting, right after breakfast. Sunday is an exception. If he is walking alone, he has his established walking routine that involves heading north one day and south the next. After leaving his apartment he allows the stoplights and stop signs to determine his journey as his main goal is to not stop walking on the outward route. On occasion he has stubbornly circled the same block a time or two in order to achieve his objective of not halting on his outward walk. On his way back home, he no longer needs to worry about fulfilling his daily exercise quota and sometimes does some shopping if needed. He is no longer concerned about stopping at stoplights and stop signs.
MacDunnah Park, and what they affectionately call ‘our bench’, is where his little voice directed him to a sobbing, unemployed Dani Christian on one of his earliest rescue projects. Even though Dacque is old enough to be Dani’s grandfather, they have become close friends and are often Saturday morning walking partners if Dani is available to join him.
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