Part 2: Freefall
13Trevor Gillefoy felt like skipping for the first time in... what... twenty three, twenty four years? Like some born again convert he finally saw the big picture, the ultimate purpose of his life. And it all came together at the sight of that simple poster, almost camouflaged by ads for the high school musical, women's teas and apartments for rent. How dare they defile sacred pronouncements with the banal? He'd have to talk to the owner.
Oh, yes. They'd have a talk.
For the first time in recent memory, perhaps the first time in his life, Trevor enjoyed a rush of affection for this simple little neighborhood so close to home. Before turning up Sturgis Street he paused on the corner of Marshall and soaked up the glories of middle America, the McDonald's across the street
