Adam was glad when the office closed and he could go home. He enjoyed being out of doors, so he made his way across the bridge and through the busy traffic of the city centre to the bottom of the hill of Park Street. Yes, he could have jumped on a bus or tram to continue uphill, but not only was the exercise good for his leg but also his mind.
As he climbed the slope, he felt faintly remorseful, as always, for refusing his father’s offer of hospitality as they left the building together. “Your mother would be glad to see you,” he had said mildly.
Adam always felt swayed by such kindly meant offers, after all, he owed his family so much. However, it was now Thursday and he would see his formidable mother on Sunday, for church and then lunch in the family home afterwards, as always. That w
