"[...]railing thoughtfully. "What time is it, Joe? About eight?" "Five after." "Two hours," Dr. Stone said as though speaking to himself. Abruptly he jerked his head. "Time we had breakfast," he added, and boy and dog followed at his heels. Here, in the home of his widowed sister that had sheltered him for five years, he knew his way perfectly, and there was nothing to mark him out as blind as he walked boldly toward the dining room. And yet at the last moment, his handicap touched him with uncertainty. He had to put out his hand to make sure of the table and then fumble for his chair. Joe wondered about jails, and was sorry for Donovan. Twice the man had picked him up on the road and carried him into the village, and once he had spent a fascinating afternoon in the Kent garage holding tools while the[...]."
- Paperback | 110 pages
- 152 x 229 x 6mm | 159g
- 03 Mar 2015
- Illustrations, black and white