Two days after the ferry
Two days after the ferryTwo days after the ferryWallace Jenkins cut his run short. By the time he reached the bungalow, the sky was exploding. Not the leading edge of the hurricane, The Weather Channel assured, but a line of storms out ahead of the main event. Either way, lightning danced over the ocean’s dark horizon, and the wind gusts whipped through the tree branches. Wallace stood in the carport, sweat dripping on the concrete floor, his heartrate slowing. He watched leaves travel on a nearly horizontal path before succumbing to gravity. Large drops of rain began to splatter the asphalt driveway.
Wallace Jenkins cut his run short.Darren was in the living room—deeply emerged in two of his obsessions—lifting weights and watching the NFL. He was in the middle o
