Most men of middle age would welcome a chance to live their lives a second time. But Coulter did not.
oked remarkably well, he thought, for a woman who was to die within a year of galloping cancer. She seemed to have recovered entirely from the emotional aftermath of his father's death. So much so that he found himself wondering how deeply she had loved the man with whom she had spent some thirty-eight years of her life.
She was slim and quick and sure in her movements and her figure, of which she was inordinately proud, resembled that of a girl rather than the body of a woman nibbling late middle-age. Slowly he realized she had stopped talking, had asked him a question and was awaiting his answer. He smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, mother, I must have been wool-gathering."
"You're tired, lamb." No one had called him that in twenty years. "And no wonder, with all that running around for Mr. Simms on the newspaper."
Mr. Simms--that would be Patrick "Paddy" Simms, his managing editor, the old-school city-room tyrant who had taught him his job so well that he had go
A better than average version of the oft-told tale of being able to relive your youth (e.g. most recently Hot Tub Time Machine). Coulter is a well-to-do 1950's businessman who, suddenly and inexplicably, finds his consciousness inhabiting his teenaged body in the mid-30's. Much of the story is spent on Coulter accepting his circumstances but it's well-written and believable.
