Over the next week, Jules found a rhythm. Despite longing for the ruminative space of his back deck and the familiarity of his kitchen, Jules eased into comforting new routines. After an early breakfast, he read. He took a morning walk with Charlie for an hour. As the mercury dipped and the morning breeze brought a chill, the cafeteria began to serve soups. He and Charlie might part ways after the walk and then reunite in front of the soups. Tomato bisque. Spicy corn chowder. The chicken tortilla soup was Jules’ favorite. Читать дальше...