The Savior
by
He was a stout and indolent-looking man who appeared to be in his mid-fifties, a bit older than Lowell. He could usually be found on the porch of the small resort hotel or beside the lake, sitting in a chair and dozing. Not to be unkind about it, but Lowell felt he looked like a giant bullfrog, lazing in the sun. Yet for a reason he couldn’t fathom, Lowell was drawn to the man.
It took some time for Lowell to realize, however implausibly, that this was the person who had torn the heart out of his first marriage, destroyed his family and virtually ruined his life.