Just one word can change everything, no? Graham must have plenty to ask and lots to say. But he must have one predominant feeling: relief - or he wouldn't have been there in the first place. You were correct that the police were interested in Scott for reasons beyond his misdeeds. And we know why Ted and the roommate might have failed to pursue Scott after he fled campus.
And I have been methodical, haven't I?
Scott felt sick at seeing the photos of Ted and his roommate. I am sure it brought back far more than he wanted to try and process, let alone the idea that he might be implicated in their murders. In this chapter, the changes wrought in him stand out - he values his promises to Graham over his own skin.
Another restorative - what's the word? - rogation - sort of chapter. Liam seems to be soaking up strength from Marty, his surrogate family, from his friends, and from Halifax itself (which I quite understand. I have soft spot in my heart for that city). Of course, it makes me wonder if he will need all that newly stored up strength and steel for something. But what might that be? I am interested to find out...
"Let's go over the timeline again, Mr. Colebrook."
Chief Inspector Wayne Lovett sat back in his chair and exhaled slowly. Inspector Vinson sat mutely to the side, yellow notepad in hand. A small recorder sat on the plain, careworn table in front of him.
He'd been at the State Police offices for quite a while.
They'd taken him, most politely, to a holding room, and asked him to wait. "Chief has to finish with someone. He'll be right in," the man called Snyder had told him.
My hat is off to you, Val! These are wonderful. I am especially taken by the warning poem from Mr. N; it channels a grumpy old man perfectly. Your headline poem sounded so good, I envy you for its simplicity and directness. Your antidote poem made me smile, for I know precisely of that kind of comfort. Wipeout made me cringe and shudder and smile. Your list of mistakes made me wince, though. The first warning poem has a valedictory feel, and could be read at graduations, I think. All wonderful responses to the challenge!
I agree that the worst thing about this chapter is that for some kids, this is real life, not fiction. Sorry to put you and everyone through it - but just to mention it in passing is too easy, too antiseptic...
Thank you. This was my first story, and I was as nervous as Tomas about posting it. I am glad you enjoyed it. Sorry to leave your post un-commented on for so very long.
The story of a telling one's mother is old and infinitely varied. You tell this tale with sweetness and understanding, and the characterizations are wonderfully entertaining. Tony is a blast to imagine in this situation. And I still want to hear Geoff tell his mother. Well done...
These were written very close together in time, but were meant to be two separate chapters. You read acutely! Cookie pulled a very fast one, but I can't help thinking that his teaching methods were effective. Wonder how Scott will fare if he goes back to a regular classroom? You were absolutely right that Scott was too consumed by accumulated guilt and self doubt to make any move. Hope you enjoy the chapters which follow.
Sorry for being slow in responding...and double sorry you have been under the weather. But that just means the answers you seek are that much closer. I am glad you are enjoying the story, and I hope the suspense has given you a healthful dose of adrenalin. I understand spoilers conflict with cold meds, so I will say nothing more, except to thank you for readng, for all your questions!
Cliffie King! What a title to have...that makes me laugh. Poor Graham, indeed. He's going to be one confused boyfriend. You speculate well, but I am not giving anything away. I have the feeling the police will be calling the shots, not Scott. There will be answers...a few...tomorrow. Thanks for continuing to read the story!
Remember the old commercial about not messing with Mother Nature? Late snows always remind me of that...'somebody must have screwed up' I say to myself. Glad this made you smile...
This is such a sad, difficult poem. It is all the more so for being quite true for many. Unquestionably, the great pain of falling out of love can be assuaged chemically, and you present that to the reader in stark words. I liked the use of the word 'mudge.'
Thus Morningstar grows and grows; I can't tell which I like better - Elinor being a mother again, or watching Connor and Hugh go from caution to confidence. And all under the gaze of our two favorite men. I am looking forward to their coming roadtrip...