Wayne drove into St. Clair, looked around a little in the quiet neighborhoods and the tourist streets near the Lake bluff, got some groceries from one of the old-fashioned markets, and got back to Bolling's house in the early afternoon. The air was warm, humid, and very still, bringing the sounds of birds singing and the quiet surf with an almost unnatural clarity. He went swimming. The distance haze had now had taken on a golden tint, perhaps from the smudge of humidity that had accumulated around the sun.