Chapter 8
A Protest Call
Rehearsing what he might say, the Coach drove up the
tree-lined street slowly. It was early morning. The white
colonial house with the green shutters was announced by a
perfectly manicured lawn—something that had always
been a source of pride for Wally. Ironically, the Coach
noticed a real estate sign about five doors down that read
“Foreclosure Sale.”
The Coach knew that every morning, Wally went on a
two-mile walk at 7:30
A.M. Today was no exception. Like
clockwork, Wally’s front door opened, and he stepped out
dressed in his blue warm-up suit and dark knit stocking
hat and gloves. When he started down the driveway, the
Coach got out of his car and approached the bottom of the
driveway to intercept Wally. ...