Eastbound, Bloor and Chester
Caucasian male, mid 30s, with short red hair and beard, wearing blue collared T-shirt, khaki pants, and brown leather shoes. He carries a black, nylon crush-proof laptop case.
The Retreat, David Bergen (McClelland & Stewart)
Page 7:
There were falcons nesting in the spruce trees just next to the clubhouse. They lifted and settled and one circled high in the air, a black dot barely visible against the darkening sky. A mother bear with her cubs had been spotted the day before, ranging the bush between the fifth and sixth fairway. A family of deer came and went on the ninth green; every morning he found their hoofprints on the soft green. This was the order of the world.
His grandfather’s study always smelled of tobacco and pine scent. It was the only room in the house in which he was allowed to smoke. His friends partook of the pipe, but never in this study. They had rooms of their own, and grandchildren who held the cup steady, swiveling it ever so to the left or right, the hollow tinkle of the golf ball echoing inside the tiny chamber.
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