“To be happy at home is the end of all human endeavor.” – Samuel Johnson.
“Lead, kindly light, amid the encircling gloom. The night is dark and I am far from home.” Saint John Henry Newman
“Didn’t see her go out?” There is only a trace of Rivera’s Hispanic accent.
“Ever do this before?”
“Four or five times, sir. After the snows melted.”
“Ever say where she was going?”
Clayton paused, reached for words, settled on one word.
“Home,” he said.
The officer, hands on his hips, dropped his stare to the brown mud coating his polished black boots. “So she’s the one,” he said to the mud.
-From “Satin Doll”, a short story by Gregory Wayland