ne warm spring weekday, I went alone to our countryside church to tend the flower beds. It was quiet, with my car the only one in the parking lot.
THE POLICEMAN AND THE Bee
Nothing. I was pretty much a kid who was good for nothing. At least that’s how it seemed to me as I walked aimlessly along the street after school one day. I was in trouble. Again. I was nine years old—two years older than the other kids in my second
