Chapter Eleven
Tied Up
It was morning about a week later when I decided to take a walk, smoke a cigar I’d been hoarding and enjoy the brisk snowy weather. About a half mile from the house, as I walked along a narrow section of the trail where trees and rock ledges bordered closely, I saw a small figure slowly jogging towards me. At a distance, it looked like a child or small woman running with short steps and not flinging her arms about as seems to be the custom among so many female joggers. In fact, as she drew closer, I saw that she had no arms at all. Even mindful of contemporary sensitivities about people with handicaps, I made certain to keep my eyes focused on her face as we got closer. In a moment, we were face to face on the path with brambles and a low rise on each side. It was
