December 28Th
December, 1959
Why must they do it on December 28th? John Stapleton considered the question. That was the worst part of it, the date. December 28th, tucked neatly between the brightest holidays of the year.Stapleton spun from the small window in a characteristic rush of motion. Hands locked behind him, he stared at the door. In the back of his mind he knew there was good reason for the date. They had picked the anniversary of the day he and Ardelle had married, a day of special gladness, in the heart of the ho...
