JUNK MAN Chapter 13 One hour, that’s all we had before we were supposed to rendezvous at the Catholic Church on Main Street. Our house was located on the last road going out of town. It was a lonely stretch of road with only two houses on it, ours and an elderly widow woman, Betsy. Had I been on a bicycle, I could have made the trip in less than ten-minutes, but I was on foot and Willy was with me. I’d be doing good to make it in twenty-minutes; thirty would be more like it. It wasn’t hard to... Sign in to see full entry.