didnât acknowledge him.
Out by the street Ty said, âDoes she know weâre going to see the train?â
âYeah, a dead body,â Daniel said.
âHeâs in a coffin, dimwit. Itâs not like youâre going to see his flesh rotting off or anything.â
âNo,â Michael said.
âHey, my momâs been crying ever since he got shot,â Walt said. âShe goes for hours and keeps saying, âWhat is this country coming to?â â
âTell her to ask Michael the professor,â Ty said, not with resentment, but pride. âMichael always knows the answer, donât you? Mr. Honor Roll Hotshot.â
Michael could only smile. He was so grateful to be back among his friends that nothing else mattered.
Maryland
R oy Murphy was looking at his three ties, trying to decide which might look best with his pale-striped seersucker suit. He had worn the yellow tie the previous day, but no one from the office would see him, except the weekend editor, and Roy hadnât seen him yesterday, so he chose the yellow one.
As he tied it, he studied himself in the mirror. He studied the way his cheekbones failed to rise, the way his ears jutted out too low on his head, the handsome green of his large eyes, his brown, wiry hair cut short. He wondered what Jamie West would make of his face now and whether Jamie would think that Roy looked more like a man than when they saw each other last.
They werenât friends in high school, but Roy was a close confidant of Jamieâs high school girlfriend, Claire Payton. In this arrangement, since Roy and Claire were such close friends, Roy knew a great deal about Jamie, and Jamie knew little about Roy. Claire understood early into their courtship that Jamie didnât like to hear much about Royâor any other boy, for that matter. She also understood that Jamie seemed to dislike Roy, perhaps only because he was another boy who knew Claire well, but also, Claire believed, because Roy and she had much more in common. They both liked to writeâpoetry and also editorials for the school paper. They both loved J. D. Salinger and Robert Frost and had a fondness for music, for string quartets and Benny Goodmanâs small combos, and preferred the Kinks over any of the other British bands. They liked looking for constellations up in the night sky, and they compared notes on the various birdsâmostly yellow warblers and red-winged blackbirds and oriolesâthey saw in any given week.
Roy appeared scrawny next to Jamie because he was. And Jamie didnât trust Royâs intentions with Claire. How could a guy spend that much time with Claire and not want to kiss her?
Claire was at the University of Virginia, and Roy had heard that she had since become pinned to a student there from Richmond. He wondered if Jamie knew, or cared. He wondered how much they would talk about Claire, if at all. Roy was no longer in touch with her.
As a reporter, Roy was already becoming confident. His first week, when one of the sheriffâs deputies tried to dismiss him by saying there was nothing the paper needed to report about an arrest made that night on a local arson case, Roy replied, âWith all due respect, Mr. Tillman, weâd like to be the judge of what there is to report.â Roy reenacted the encounter for his parents that night at dinner, and he replayed it in his mind for the better part of that week, when he was back to covering a Boy Scout Jamboree and a property dispute story between two dairy farmers.
The drive to the Westsâ took just a few minutes, and he parked his carâhis motherâs sedanâin front of the neighborâs house. He was running early, as he always was, but it helped him relax and let him review in his mind how he wanted to start. How long would he talk to Jamie before bringing up the matter of being on the record? Would he ask that he and Jamie have some privacy, in case the parents
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