Caucasian male, late 20s, in navy blue suit and tie, with short brown hair, a swirling cowlick the deciding factor in where his part lands.
The Rainmaker, John Grisham (Dell)
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The neighbors are overcome with curiosity and lean on the chain-link fence not twenty feet away. A loud radio down the street blares Conway Twitty, but it’s not a distraction, yet. It’s Saturday morning, and the hum of distant lawn mowers and hedge trimmers echoes through the neighborhood.
He’s caught in a cloud of his own cologne–the cool breath of his wife still lingering at the base of his neck–smelling like the man he always hoped he’d become.
