It Wouldn't Have Made Any Difference
Where the Sunbeams End: Chapter 3
“Why don’t you get your shoes on and we’ll go for a walk.”
Ray and I reluctantly put on our sneakers as Mom strapped Abby into the stroller. It was a warm summer evening; Dad had yet to get home from work. The four of us wandered down the gravel driveway with Rundgren following after. Mom steered the stroller down the cen…