Chapter Twenty-Two
The GuardianWilly Oxendine sat looking out the front windows of the Old Greenwich Station in Greenwich, Connecticut. Most days his job as Station Master was fairly dull and so when the MTA afternoon train pulled in, he always played a little game as he watched the passengers get off. He tried to imagine where they were coming from, what they did for a living, and where they were headed. Of course, many of the passengers were from Greenwich and Old Greenwich, so he already knew their stories. That was why one passenger in particular caught his attention right away.
Hmmm. There’s one that’s not from around here...
Willy watched as the young man got off the train, turned up the collar of his dark pea coat, and looked around at the bustling crowd of commuters. The icy win
