chapter 11
Saturday, March 7, 5:30 p.m.
“Damn cats!”
James sneezed as he picked fur from his jacket. Deciding it was an act of epic futility, he put Sarah’s VW microbus in gear and drove away from the Chesapeake Grille, out of Jacob’s Landing toward his old haunt of the Fait’s Five Bridges in the center of the small town of Faith. His friendship with Sarah was old and had stretched with ease into the years post-high school. He crashed at her place whenever he blew into town and she lent him the old Volkswagon so he had the freedom he had never stopped craving. She told him she kept the Kombi road-ready for musical festivals and parades, but he knew it was mostly for him. This time it felt like a last hurrah. She was getting married in a few months, and he fell into the role of caring fo
