After a week at the house of Ruth Winters, a quiet middle-aged woman, Lohbado picked up hints that it was time for him to leave. Ruth enjoyed Lohbado’s company, but she also needed her own space.
Lohbado stuffed his extra socks, underwear, toothbrush, lined scribblers and The Book of Oogah in his pack and started down the road. He paused to remove a stone from his shoe. If he ever made it to Yamaville, Lohbado would buy new shoes. Many a sole got worn out on the long highway from birth to death.