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The following Monday morning I sprang out of bed at the first ring of the alarm, eager to get to work. Hangover free, I had behaved myself this weekend, at least to the degree I wasn’t part of the bar scene. I had an early appointment and was expected to testify for the defense in a murder trial. I put on my best blue suit, a buttoned-down white shirt, and a dark conservative silk tie, grabbed a handful of Pecan Sandies to eat along the way, and headed for the office. Chilly and overcast, it felt like rain, and I regretted not taking an umbrella. I always used to keep one in the car, but since I’ve become a pedestrian I haven’t gotten into a habit of carrying one. Anybody who lived in this area of the country knew that we got a lot of rain in the Spring.
As I neared the building I saw
