CHAPTER 9
It was a hot afternoon, in late August 1958. Seventy-six-year-old Zack was swimming laps in his rectangular pool when he saw a new, dark green Chevrolet pickup drive into his yard. It parked down by the main stable. He figured it was someone making a delivery. He completed a few more laps before swimming toward the steps at the shallow end to get out. It was then he saw the feet of someone standing at the pool’s edge. He stopped, stood up, wiped the chlorine from his pale blue eyes, and was looking at Killian.
“By God, you’re back, Killian!” exclaimed the old man, grinning as he climbed the pool’s four steps. Killian reached out, gave him a hand, and they embraced.
“Christ look, I’m getting you all wet.”
“It’s just water, Zack. Darn, it’s good to see you.”
“You too boy, oh j
