By Appointment Only
April, 1970
At 11:14 that morning, Mr. Pangborn came into the barbershop. Wiley looked up from his Racing Form. "Morning," he said. He glanced at his wrist watch and smiled. "You're right on time."Mr. Pangborn did not return the smile. He removed his suitcoat wearily and hung it on the rack. He trudged across the clean-swept floor and sank down in the middle chair. Wiley put down his Racing Form and stood. He stretched and yawned. "You don't look so hot, Mr. Pangborn," he said....
