ASHLEY WAS RIGHT. It rained on Sunday. A gentle spring day. Pilgrim rain. I watched the Phillies, playing in Atlanta on TV. The Weather Channel predicted the Northeast would be experiencing unseasonably warm temperatures. Monday through Thursday showed an eighty percent chance of late afternoon thunderstorms. I thought it would be best not to mention the forecast to Linda, but she knew and warned me. “If you get a shock, before you try to go into some other dimension, please call me. At least then, I"ll have a concrete reason to worry. And use that other room if you have to. George took the trouble to fix it up. The least you can do is keep the kids away from another trip.” It stung that she didn"t think that was my greatest concern.
Puddles dotted the streets as Monday began. Just after
