He hunched in his chair with a frayed backpack on his lap, stringy hair down to his shoulders, and a week of beard on his face.
I’m not asking any favors.”Ĭase’s home was the mouth of an abandoned railroad tunnel with a view of a garbage-littered empty lot, a burned-out Kentucky Fried Chicken, and the snowy Wasatch Mountains. “The place where they have to take you in? Not me. Paul Janson said, “When it all goes to hell, people go home.” How’d you happen to track me down? I wiped my names from the VA computers.” “That’s what I’m doing here, since you ask. Ogden’s a great town if you like hiking and mountain biking and skiing.” Doug Case gripped the broken armrests of his secondhand wheelchair and pretended they were ski poles.
He’d have thought you were the cat’s meow. Bob celebrated beauty, hard work, love, and talent.
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