Natalie picked the mail up from below the rectory door slot on Saturday morning in late April. There was a large manila envelope from County High addressed to her.
“It’s crazy to be freezing, out in the wilderness, when we could be at home with hot chocolate.” My little brother, just thirteen years old, continued with complaints. The complaints started as soon as Father insisted that I take Joey on his first winter campout.
“In the Cool of the Day” had several points in common with the “Wasted Promise” story I’ve got percolating, merged with “Age Discrepancy” that I had to watch as much as I had time for.