This was it.
Samuel Elijah Perschbacher kept his eyes fixed on the gaggle of tots playing in the dirt.
But that wasn’t where his head was. He had picked her out when she got off the bus on the other side of the park. He followed her every move - looking about innocently, stranger in town, casual conversation with a passer-by, asking for instructions, brush sleeve here, cough there, looking in purse.
Oh she was good. He watched the lady in blue circle around till she was at his Two o’clock, then she made a beeline for him seated on the parkbench. A brown bag sat next to him. He watched without looking how she floated toward him like an angel. Slow but sure steps clicked on the pavement. They echoed inside his head. It helped him focus.
“Excuse me. Is anyone sittin...
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