Chapter 13
Sunday morning sunlight poured down from a clear eastern sky. As I jogged to the west, toward campus, my long evasive shadow gave me silent company. Birds twittered from lofty treetops, and dew-covered flowerbeds and lawns perfumed the air with a bracing scent.
All along Main Street, shops lay dark and dormant, with “Closed” signs emblazoned on locked doors and colorful awnings lazily fluttering in the temperate breeze. Street corners stood deserted of hot-dog, popcorn, and T-shirt vendors hawking their wares, and barely a car passed by. Only a nearby convenience store showed any signs of activity. Several customers exited with thick weekend newspapers wedged under their arms, attempting to juggle tall cups of coffee, powdered donuts or sticky sweet rolls, lotto tickets or pac
