November 2012
Intermediate to advanced
222 pages
5h 18m
English


It’s a hot day in mid-September. The corn stands high in the fields behind our house awaiting the harvester. With the warmest weather behind us, I’ve extended my daily morning runs to ten miles. I’m pretty pleased with myself, but Rick thinks I’m crazy. “You’re going to pay for this when you are old. Human ankles are not made for this type of permanent strain.”
Privately, I agree with this, but I need the running to maintain my emotional balance. Things with Heidi have not improved and I know that time is running out. I suspect that the only reason ...
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