Chapter Eight
As we concluded our walk, back at the bench where we had started, Martin and I agreed to keep in touch. I gave him my cell phone number and though he offered none in return, said he would be forthcoming with whatever information his “network” came up with on Fenton’s scheme and on the consortium’s plan for rebuttal and I agreed to do the same.
Hey, I didn’t agree to give him the farm, just a bit of milk from the cow, when it was warranted.
Once he’d headed down the path, I settled on the bench to give Nicoh some much-needed water from my pack. As I glanced toward the spot where Martin had been seated, I noticed the dedication on the plaque.
In loving memory of Alison & Victoria…you will never be forgotten. And for Arianna…may you continue to live your life with purpose…kn
