I looked over the balustrade and expected to see a drowned woman floating by. Jerry's eyes were green, a disturbed water kind of green.

peach sky reflected in the Chippewa

 

He invited me with his eyes to follow him onto the verandah. "I want to tell you something," he said. "I have killed three people, can you love me?"

 

 

"Forgiveness isn't easy for me, it sticks in my craw. I can barely speak words of forgiveness." "That part won't be necessary," he said. [nitelite]