Chapter 16
Saturday, March 4, 1968
Eron smacked the golf ball with all the force he could muster. The golf course and the warm, late winter morning beckoned to him. Provincetown was dead since it was March, but he enjoyed the chance to play eighteen holes. Later, he was meeting with the owner of the inn where he was staying to talk about the business. He’d probably call it an early night and watch TV in his hotel room.
Six months of sleepless nights had taken its toll on Eron. He hated looking in mirrors, seeing the stranger staring back at him. That last time he remembered looking like himself or feeling like himself was last summer. The weather turned out as forecast, so he decided to go back to the place where he thought he had his life, their lives, figured out. He headed for Provin
