t the northern edge of a campus that had expanded greatly from
d unimaginative as many others built in the seventies. But recent money had renovated and landscaped things nicely. It was ranked in the Top Ten, as everybody who wor
e South to a better school became attractive. Vicki was from Florida, and though she thrived in the city life of Boston, she could never adjust to the winters. They quickly adapted to
ht after her exit he couldn't sleep for all the questions, but as time passed he realized he would never confront her. The questions faded, bu
student was welcome. It was early May, though, and the days were warm. Student visits had become r
x where the third-year students were playing the faculty in the second of a three-game softball series. The professo
he first-base line, where the faculty team was huddled for a useless pre-game pep talk. Out in left fiel
Girls in shorts, a cooler always close by, festive moods, impromptu parties, summer approaching. He was forty-three years old, single, and he wanted to be a student again.
ith a most unimpressive lineup. Several were limping. Half wore some manner of knee brace. He spotted Carl M
crew out ther
n in Ohio where his father was a local judge, a local saint, every
e first game
venteen to nothing
d center fielder hobbled over, corralled the ball, kicked it a couple of times, fought over it, then flung it toward the infield, the run
t worse,"
ay had seen enough. "I'll be out of town early next w
excited," Mirk said
onvening a family summit
m s
discuss, nothing to fight ove
brot
cause more trouble,
thinkin
ts and give them assignments.
ing w
back Tuesday or Wedne
aid. "And hopefully thi
led untouched between
's over now
home. He hadn't been there in over a year, and
hs gathered and spooked the normal folks. The old Main Street was a pedestrian mall - a very nice one with cafes and antique sto
ld buildings had been renovated for more urban-style housing. His six-room apartment was above a Persian rug deal
the past few years he'd met two women he'd found attractive and had dated neither. He was much too frightened for romance. A saucy third-year student named Kaley was maki
fixed tea with no caffeine and put on some jazz, trying to stall as he prepped himself for the call. Odd that a phone chat with his only sibling sho
is. It rang for a long time before she answered. "H
he'd called eight times
hanks for asking. Great to hear your
ing his cal
aid, he's
Is there a dif
r w
is still the best n
tays here most
ell him I
lived on nothing but vodka for most of her adult life. She kicked it, walked away clean, tripled her body weight, and somehow got Forrest in th
ne when it rang. "Hey, Bro,"
yours. How'
l until I got a letter from t
rived
and we're a couple of delinq
Judge, Forrest. Hav
in two years, and I haven't set foot in the house in more yea
l be t
u talked
ery sick, Forrest, I don't think he'll be around mu
. I'm not listeni
g an addict from a prominent family, Forrest had been lectured to and preach
. "I'll be there.
ppose
ut one that was as routine as How's the weather? Wi
nd thirty-ni
's gr
was a relief, but to still be countin
ing too," he
. What kin
a bunch of sleazy bastards who advertise on cable and
He'd been a bail bondsman, process server, collection agent, security guard, investigator, and a
ad," R
er in a strip bar, a calling that was short-lived when he was beaten up twice in one night. He'd spent one full year touring Mexico on a new Harley-Dav
terviewers were generally turned off by his criminal record. Two felonies, d
lk to the old man
him Sunday,"
ill you get
metime around fiv
ive o'clock
, he
e sometime after f
id now could be said later, and in person. The Judge detested phones, especially those that rang at night and disrupted his solitude. More o
ways worn them that way. For him a white cotton dress shirt lasted a decade, regardless of the number of stains and cinder holes, and it got laundered and starched ev
sitting on the porch waiting for his sons to come home. He would want them to think he h