David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits, and the Art of Battling Giants

She folded laundry. She bustled about.
Then she stopped. Something seemed
wrong. She looked at the clock. Candace
should have been home by now. The
weather outside had suddenly turned
colder. It was snowing. She remembered
that Candace hadn’t dressed warmly.
She began to pace between the window
in the front of the house and the kitchen
window in the back overlooking the
alleyway. Candace might come in from
either direction. The minutes passed. It
was time to pick up her husband. She
packed up her other two children, got in
the car, and drove slowly along Talbot
Avenue, the road that connected the
Derksens’ neighborhood to Candace’s