Chapter 14: Bruce to the RescueI don’t know how long I sat with my head bowed, quite unable to make a decision about any further action. I was completely out of initiative, caught in the jaws of failure and despair.
“Hey!” called a voice. It seemed to be addressed to me, but I didn’t respond at first. What was the point? Also, I really didn’t want to have to make conversation with anybody; I just wasn’t in the mood.
“Hey!” called the voice again. And then added, “Ken!”
The moment I heard my name used I recognized the voice. I wearily raised my head, and saw Bruce Philpot sitting on his bicycle, foot on the curb, just where my front path met the sidewalk.
My first thought was, How can he do that, sit there like that, so calm, casual and collected—oblivious to my nightmare situation?
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