Ten
The address Glenda gave me for the sick call was not so much an address as a series of directions which took me out of town and onto a series of left turns, right turns, and curving mountain roads. As I got further from Myerton and into the surrounding mountains, I was struck by how beautiful the fall color was. I’m not a fan of autumn as a rule—autumn leads to winter, which is my least favorite season. But I do love the fall colors. Joan and I would drive up into the mountains around Myerton at this time of year to enjoy the color. There was one overlook where we’d always stop which gave a spectacular view of Myerton surrounded by the mountains displaying bright splashes of reds, golds, browns, and oranges. The last time we did that was a couple of weeks before her murder.
Joa
