On page 36 of October’s True Story:
Stranger on my Step
Is Too Familiar in my Heart
I peered out the peephole, taking in the strange man standing on my steps. The bright afternoon sun was in my eyes, making it hard to make out details. He was wearing a grey suit, tie snugged up tight to his collar despite the heat. He was clean shaven, hair short and freshly cut. He wore wire rim glasses that seemed a little too small for his face.
I swear, at that moment, I did not recognize him.
He looked like a salesman, or some local politician out stumping for support. I left the chain on the door as I opened it.