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His name was Arnold; hers was Shirley. He was a St. Bernard; she was a tiny American short hair and all black. Little children called her the Halloween kitty. The two had met five years earlier in July of 1938 when their families were renting adjacent cottages looking out on Block Island.  People who did…

 A DREAM WITH FATHER Once back in our room, I tumbled onto my bed and into a fitful sleep. Sometime after midnight I awoke. There in the dim light was my father, leaning against the doorway. He put a finger to his lips and pointed at Albert’s snoring form. He smiled and beckoned me with…

I stayed on the bench as the warmth drained out of me. Lest I freeze to death, I rose and headed away from the village. I had no desire to meet someone I knew and be drawn into polite conversation. Vomiting would have been preferable to that. I ached for Horatio and Jared. I had…

That evening, I missed the briefing with Shamus. When I got back to the dormitory, Albert and Robert were poised to give me a summary. “First, Harry,” said Albert, “Tell us how the Widow Powell is holding up under this mess.” “Not well, as you might imagine. She is a strong woman and a devoted…

When Albert, Robert, and I arrived back in Exeter Sunday night, we had to drag ourselves to bed. As we trudged into the dining hall the next morning, something was afoot. We expected to see a group of bleary-eyed boys. What we encountered was a buzzing throng. Robert and I were too spent to ferret…

Then it happened. A Monday morning around the first of November. Albert and I were trying to wake up for the morning run when Mr. Macpherson pounded on our door. “There’ll be no run for us this morning, boys. Get yourselves dressed and over to the dining hall straightaway.” Before we could ask questions, he…

    By the time we got all our baggage loaded onto the train bound for New York, we needed a respite from the excitement of the last several days. So each of us found a way to fall asleep for most of that eight-hour trip. We awoke briefly at various stops, most notably Baltimore…

By the time Mr. McPherson came around at ten o’clock for the room check, I must have been soundly asleep. But I bolted fully awake when I heard, “Up you go, lads. Time for the three-mile run after which you can get yourselves some breakfast.”  Then I heard a clatter next to my bed as he…

As much as I did not want to confront the fact, it was time for the three of us to complete the last leg of our journey to Exeter.  Shortly, my friends would return to the South, and I would be left to navigate a new setting on my own. The new setting caused me…