Roy wasn’t in the office until late this afternoon, almost 3:00 p.m.
At lunch, I walked over to Annie’s. I think I disturbed her. She didn’t appear to want me around and didn’t want to walk to Betty’s Coffee Shop.
She did not allow me inside her apartment, so we sat on the steps near the driveway for ten minutes. Later, I realized I had been uninvited. Maybe she had a friend over. I don’t know.
“Here’s one of my secrets,” I told her while sitting on the steps. “My friend, Will Croon, and I, a little more than two years ago, in January 1971, buried Linda Laura’s unborn fetus in Stone Mountain Park in the Kentucky picnic area. Will got Linda Laura pregnant when we were in the tenth grade. I never knew she was pregnant until Will called me at home in a panic shortly after dinner time on a
