Chapter 14“Thanks for getting back.”
“I would have gotten back soonah, but there were fires to put out.” Sheriff Lewis sipped noisily and sighed happily. As likely as not, the Massachusetts-born man was leaning back in a mesh-back chair, holding a big mug filled with creamy-sweet coffee, enjoying every drop of the brew while keeping a fatherly eye on deputies as they answered calls, greeted enquiring or agitated visitors, and hastened past to work assignments.
Vividly, I envisioned the 10’ X 14’ edamame-green and parsnip-white office back in Connecticut, decorated with furniture that could have come from the Sally Ann. It seemed I’d been sitting in there a day ago instead of nearly a year.
An amiable fellow, Augustus Jacob Lewis could occasionally be a little rough if not crusty around
