I wasn't worried when Sofia had been gone for three hours. An hour to Globe and an hour back meant she hit the county office, dropped the papers, maybe talked to someone there for a short time, and then filled up her car before hitting the road again. It was after the fourth hour that I began to worry. Now it's after six in the evening and the county offices are closed.

I can't sit still, so I'm pacing in the front room of the clubhouse. All but a few of the brothers are here. ...