

“The man who’s taken Del Packard’s place at Winthrop Sporting is living in Norvel Whitbread’s old apartment. “Becca Whitley, the niece, is living in Pardon’s apartment,” I said, after some thought. Her beautiful brown eyes were magnified many times by the lenses. She shoved her brown chin-length hair behind her ears, resettled her glasses on her snub nose.

“Anything interesting happen this week?” she asked, as if she wanted to take her mind off the heap of paper. Then, too, men are intimidated by Carrie’s calm intelligence and competence. Carrie is short, rounded, pale, and serious, and she hasn’t had a date in the two years since she’s come to Shakespeare.įor one thing, she’s all too likely to be interrupted in any free time she might manage. The doctor was in black denims and a rust-red sweater. She did a lot of scut work herself, to save money to pay back the loans that had gotten her through med school. The best thing you could say about Carrie’s office was that it was large enough.

The doctor had massive debts to pay off.Ĭarrie’s answer came floating back, and I stepped into the doorway of her office. There wasn’t enough money yet for renovation. The walls were painted an uninspiring tan and the floors were covered with a pitted brown linoleum. I used my key and called “Hi!” down the hall. Sure enough, Carrie’s aging white Subaru was in its usual place behind the building. I wondered if the black-haired man had been out walking in the night, too.Īs my car lurched slowly along the driveway that led to the back of the small Shakespeare Clinic, an uninspiring yellow brick office structure dating from the early sixties, I was betting that Carrie Thrush would be working today.

I showered, dressed, put on my makeup, and fluffed my hair. Before I dressed, I poured myself a cup of coffee and drank it at the kitchen table, the morning paper unopened beside me. I’d have to hurry to make it to Body Time. I’d slept a little late since I’d had such a hard time getting to bed the night before. I WOKE UP AND LOOKED OUT AT SHEETS OF RAIN, A chilly autumnal gray rain.
