A few of Bay’s clothes were missing from his closet. He wouldn’t have noticed such a fact had he not been looking for the only pair of Lucky Brand jeans he owned. After perusing the basement near the washer and dryer, and scavenging through his closet, he realized the jeans were gone, as well as two black T-shirts with V-necks. After searching for almost an hour for the three pieces of clothing, he decided to have a strong drink: vodka and ginger ale over ice. He carried the drink outside, into the evening, and found himself in the floral garden, sitting in one of two wrought-iron chairs.
The evening took his breath away. Warm wind blew in and off the lake and caressed his forehead and cheeks; crickets created a soothing and melodic orchestra that sounded uplifting; fireflies, in abundanc
