QUOTE : As she waits on Tru, she stares at the high ceiling of the study, feeling small and helpless. Outside, leaves tremble on tree limbs as though fighting to keep a season that has already moved on. The hand holding the telephone shakes. Suddenly there is a burst of sound on the other end. A squeal erupts from a distance, growing louder. When it is close, becoming panting breaths and footsteps, Patsy quickly lowers the phone with a soft click. “I’m sorry,” she says aloud, hoping her apology will carry over the dying autumn landscape across the brooding ocean.