Chapter Twenty-OneI rode down Vine street and then turned left on to Birch avenue and left again on to the appropriately named, Manor road. It climbed up from the bay and ended literally at the O'Toole's brick drive.
It was a beautiful time of day, my favourite, next to early morning when only the crickets and dew were up and about. The light softened, the earth stilled and became tranquil as the world sat down to its supper. My heart felt light. And curiously determined.
I stopped outside the gates to the O'Toole estate, lit a Sweet Cap and sat in the car. I sucked in the solitude and tranquility, wondering how many more summers there'd be like this? Not too many, I ventured.
I smoked the cigarette down, then flicked it on the road where it erupted into a shower of sparks bouncing alon
