Chapter 76
McDuff had long since given up hope of his day improving by the time he turned his feet toward home that evening. He didn’t want to consider that his own stubbornly glum mindset might have created his difficulties.
Or that everything turned sour once he let anger carry him away from Victoria’s house.
The rain at least let up for the last several blocks of his walk home, leaving the stiff breeze to chill him to the bone without adding to the sodden state of his clothing.
The boarding house took on a strange appearance in the heavy orange of sunset, obscuring how badly the outside wanted painting. Reflecting a muted, rippled version of the light glowing back from its windows.
He could almost imagine an equally warm welcome awaited him inside. Where friends would join him for
