After Returning a Lost Wallet From My Mechanic Shop a Sheriff Came Looking for Me

cardigan over plaid shirt, white hair combed neatly. When he saw me his face did something that I am not sure I can accurately describe, a kind of settling, a satisfaction that was also relief, the expression of a man whose plan had worked out as he hoped.

“I had a feeling you’d come back,” he said.

“I couldn’t not come,” I said. “I don’t know how to continue reading …