The Water Bearer

And with that, Wilson dashed off into the woods.

Jim noticed, as his breathing returned to normal, that the doctor wore a bulging backpack, and he remembered Grace telling him several days ago that the doctor had been returning from God only knew where with wet clothing.

Probably found himself a swimming hole, mused Jim, then returned to his work.


Off and on for the next few weeks, as late spring gave way to the heart of summer, Jim saw Dr. Wilson a few more times. And each time, it seemed as if he were more alive, more energized, more there in a fundamental sense.

Dr. Wilson even began taking breakfast and dinner at regular hours in the dining room. Most evenings he sat reading in the parlor before retiring to bed early.

But always in the afternoon he disappeared, his pack bulging with a change of clothes and a lunch put up by Grace.

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