By the time 2006 rolled around, Gabe had been without a black swan for thirty-three years. Waiting a few more years shouldn’t have mattered.
But Gabe couldn’t resist seeing what the boy looked like.
He knew the family had moved to Wittington some years before and that they ran a tavern there called the Golden Circle.
He was in Braddockville to mark the September passings of Jennie Hadley and Sam Granger. Why not stop in Wittington?
He wasn’t known there.
He wandered through the town until he happened to overhear a group of boys and girls talking as they walked down the main street.
“Will Noah be able to join us?” a petite blonde girl asked.
“Not tonight,” the boy who held her hand answered. “His pop’s got him working at the Golden Circle.”
Ah!
“I guess it’s just as well. He doesn’
