SINCE HELEN IS TIED up with a case, and the weather is clear, if a little crisp, I decide when I get back to the Rectory to take a bike ride through town. Myerton on a Sunday afternoon in the fall is relatively quiet, with shoppers strolling up and down Main Street, and the Myer College students either sleeping off the events of last night or studying for another week of classes. With the leaves well past their peak, people no longer flood the area to enjoy the fall color. There are a couple of farms outside of town that feature pumpkin patches, hayrides, and other fall fun, but mostly it’s families from the area, or perhaps Frostburg, who travel out to enjoy them.
Riding past the Conway house, I’m surprised to see an addition to the usual brood of four. I stop and wave to Miriam, who’s s
