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Soon we'll be back. Soon we'll have the kids at home again. They leave, and they come home. And every time, it's a leap of faith. They will return. Safe. They will return.
In the library, there was quiet. Or that was how it was supposed to be. Mr. Latham patrolled the big open duplex area, and we snickered and dropped things off the balcony. Typical things like paper airplanes, and more arcane stuff, liked deviled ham sandwiches.
The head-up, feet-down man. He stood at the corner of Waterloo and Havemyer. He was always there when we passed in my father's car, a blue Maverick. These were days in which he's park in the station lot and leave the keys in the car.