I’m sorry your memories of coming out aren’t like Zander’s. So many don’t have that kind of experience. I’m glad you’re happier now. How different Andy’s world is now that lunch boy has a name - and Zander lunch boy knows his, too.
Eric’s retreat back to the Whitley farm remains a small triumph in that he doesn’t run away. He is beginning to think of the farm as a safe place. That doesn’t mean he’s ready to tell Eustace his story, not while he feels the old man’s disappointment. That must feel worse than a beating from redhead or even his dad. Thanks a lot for your responses and for reading!
That afternoon must have been exquisite torture for Eric. He hates being the center of attention, especially when it means he’s answering questions. And Toby must have just been tantalizing all that time.
What was fun writing these chapters was that Eustace Whitley and Eric Anderson were benign puzzles to one another. Eustace at least shares his understanding with Eric, and not with the end of a belt. That alone is a reason to warm up to the old man.
Once you get those scents in your nose and mind, you have them forever. Stefan - now again calling himself Eric - is just glad to be dry and secure and hidden. Opening up would need an extended period building trust.
To go off the road, or keep to roads less traveled? Each has its risks, as Stefan/Eric has already discovered. Whatever he does, he’s going to keep a nervous eye out for troopers. Thanks for your thoughts!
I’ve wondered that too. Perhaps it’s because they still feel pressured to remain at the top of the heap. No matter what the reason, Stefan/Eric has plenty of cause to keep his guard up. Thanks again for your comments.
You’re probably correct that Stefan would have bolted. Then again, in a small like Houghton, if that woman had suspected Stefan was a homeless stray, she would have called the police. Your description of Stefan as famished and guarded is exactly right.
@SilentandBroken I like that you called this chapter a ray of hope. For once, Stefan meets people who aren’t out to get him. It’s a good few hours, though they can’t balance years of hurt. But at least he can eat a little more and remember someone who just took him as a friend. Thanks again for your thoughts.
Keeping the hammer would have been an excellent idea. Perhaps Stefan was just too exhausted and undone to think of it. My continued thanks for your response and for reading.
The principal may simply prefer to take the side of the kid who appears to be stronger and presents less trouble. The father on the other hand, is beyond horror. Yet I took some of this account from news stories - things like this (and worse) happen to kids in this country, even today. Thanks very much for continuing to read and comment.
@SilentandBroken Thank you for your response to this chapter. Stefan simply has no clue how to navigate his school. It appears as if he fends off what her perceived as danger as events occur. Then again, too much of his world looks dangerous. Thanks again for reading and commenting.
I have read or am reading most of the entries in this sub-group by @AC Benus. I recommend them enthusiastically. I also see there are plenty of other titles to assay. Thank you for this post.
Thank you for your thoughts and for reading this poem. The thousands upon thousands of wasted and maimed lives cry out for an accounting from those who see armed force as a tool to get whatever it is they want. It’s up to us to call for that account.
When our leaders are allowed to dehumanize whole nations full of people, it puts us all in danger. At least, so it seems to me. Thanks a million for reading.
It seems as if a century of blood
spilled by a million million blameless sons,
and then a billion more laid in the mud,
have made no mark upon those mighty ones
who think of armies as their whimsied toys
with which to exercise dominion’s sport,
accounting nothing for the lives of boys
so innocent and soon to be cut short.
How stupid so-called great men seem to be,
who cannot time’s most simple lessons learn,
yet those of us born to humility