Meandering. Winding through the woods. Past the chapel. Beneath the oaks. Walking in the paths of my mentor. My friend. My keeper. There it was. That might even make a good title, but could one book do him justice? No, the story was too much for one. Two even. I’d need a trilogy. Start with Water because that’s where he started with me. Move on to the Letters because of what they held. End with the Record because that’s what this will be. A record of my keeper. Who left the ninety-nine . . . for me.
