Maybe we'll go to Japan.
I'll be home early, if I can make it, Jonas."
Jonas nodded, and looked out the window. "Carriage's here, sir," and
Enoch ran quickly down the stairs. It was only eleven o'clock when he
reached home. The rain had ceased at sundown and the night was humid
and depressing. When Enoch was once more in his pajamas, he unlocked
the desk drawer and, taking out the journal, he turned to the first
page and began to read with absorbed interest.
"May 12.--This is my eighteenth birthday. I've had a long ride on the
top of the bus, thinking about Mr. Seaton. He was a fine chap. He
gave me a long lecture once on women. He said a guy must have a few
clean, straight women friends to keep normal. Of course he was right,
but I couldn't tell him or anybody else how it is with me. He said
that if you can share your worries with your friends they're finished.
And he was right again. But they're some things a guy can't share. I
did it once, back there in the Canyon, and I'll always be glad I did.
But I was just a kid then. The hunch that pulled me up straight then
wouldn't work now. They never did prove she was not my mother. They
never found out a thing about me, except what Luigi and the neighbors
had to tell.
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