Chapter 3 Day Three, Saturday, June 11, 1949
he early sun was making slats of light across the room through the blinds as I woke up. Laying in bed listening to the wind move the trees outside my open window I considered turning over and going back to sleep. But I resisted the temptation. I slid out of bed being careful not to wake up Brenda. In the kitchen, I found the coffee and fixings and made a pot. While it percolated, I went over my notes from yesterday. There Had to be something I was missing.
I was on the ...