Still badly shaken and somewhat dazed, Old Cliff stepped out of the Mercedes-Benz that took him home.

Mary, who was waiting anxiously for her husband on their porch, had already stood up when she saw the Benz coming towards their house.

Her gaze moved from her husband to the young man coming outside from the driver’s side.

“Cliff, what…?”

As if he had just realised where he was, Old Cliff looked up sharply at the sound of his wife’s voice.

“Mary! Oh, sweet God! Mary, ah!” A movement behind his wife caught his gaze as she rushed down the porch steps.

As if Cliff had seen a ghost, his eyes...