Chapter 4: Lunch with VeraWhen Garner awoke the following morning, it was close to noon and the sunshine was filtering in through the sheer curtains. Reflecting off the polished top of the chest of drawers sitting just under the window, the sunlight produced a vague pool of gold on the ceiling, and Garner lay without moving, gazing appreciatively up this warm glow, savoring the peaceful air and stillness of the room.
This was bliss. He could lie here, he knew, if he wanted, and that luxury kept him cocooned from the need to get going. He could just be. Time, he had long decided, was something to avoid—whenever possible and to whatever degree possible. And it was this period just after waking where the greatest possibility lay. So long as he didn’t get up, didn’t decide to do anything, he
