We were in Linc's car, an aging yellow Mercedes sedan, big and steady, with slippery blond seats and a deep, strumming idle. Lincoln called it Dr. Diesel. A deer. At first, he was only a suggestion of an animal, emerging from the darkness by degrees: a muzzle, a sharp left eye. Then the headlights grasped him. Have you seen the movie "Seabiscuit"? Did you read the book? This is the personal story of the author, Laura Hillenbrand. A Sudden Illness |
