Chapter 15Desperate to eradicate gloom enveloping my mind, in one unbroken procession, I race to my apartment, slip off mud-caked shoes, damp clothing, step into a soothing shower, and linger 'til gloom withers. My stomach rumbles, eliciting another yearning. Exiting the shower, and toweling off, I saunter n***d from the steamy bath toward the kitchen, when the photo, I place on the refrigerator several days ago, cause more angst. With growing suspicions of Bruce and Judith's friendship, I telephone my father instantly.
“Aiden Powell,” my father answers. I miss the old greeting, 'Powell residence,' but now that dad's widowed and living alone, the old greeting seems unsuitable.
“Dad, can I drop by tonight?”
“Sure, hon. You called just in time. Dinner's in the oven.”
“Yum, can I pick up
