Chapter 9: MeetingHe didn’t feel all that great about going to the Post Office.
It had seemed like a good idea when he started off. It was a brisk March day, sunny and chilly, but the ground was drying and the going under foot was good. He walked down the track from the house to the lane, avoiding the lingering puddles in the unpaved surface. The grass was going to need cutting in the middle soon, he noted. The dogs escorted him to the farm gate and then found something pressing to help with in the yard. From the gate, he had to get down the lane to the village. Then down through the village to the Post Office at the crossroads.
It was only half a mile, but it took him nearly an hour. By the time he got there and staggered in through the door propped open to the late March sunshine, he w
