Chapter 10: VisitingPhil found his feet turning almost without thought up the lane toward Webber’s Farm a couple of days after his meeting with Laurie Henshaw. He had got into the habit of walking regularly early on in his sojourn in the cottage. Some days he took sandwiches in the knapsack he’d bought and went up the footpath at the top of the lane and headed off into the winter woods. It was quiet and peaceful and he found that if he could get in to a swinging rhythm, one foot in front of the other, the swirl of anger and betrayal that seemed to accompany him like a cloud quieted, gradually draining down in to the earth as he walked.
Today though, rather than his feet taking him up the hill into the burgeoning spring, they took him down toward the farm. Henshaw…Laurie…had grabbed his in
