Chapter 22: Bitter PillDR. LUTKIN COULD HARDLY believe his good fortune. Everything had happened so fast. After a few phone calls to friends of friends, Travis had found a buyer who was so eager to make the purchase that he came by to see the condo on Sunday and offered to pay in cash. Now Dr. Lutkin had until the end of the month to move out. The prospect of it didn’t bother him, though. He had grown accustomed to it as a young man. As if he had anticipated a time when he would need to travel light, he had allowed himself to amass few possessions at home, so moving them would be easy. There was something romantic about the idea of taking what little furniture he had and putting it into storage, of existing primarily for his work and the here and now. He had traded his home for a cashier’
