Hoosier was staring at a map of Vietnam.

He was ignoring Skinny throwing erasers at him and Tab making faces, mostly because he forgot to care. He was trying to figure out how or why he woke up, how he made it downstairs, and how he managed to glide through four periods, lunch, and then the last two periods without opening his mouth once. It wasn’t ( Read more... )

6:33 a.m.

Babe Heffron slept like a rock, and this was a general problem.

Carwood Lipton was raised to the rigid tune of punctuality, and he wasn’t concerned exactly that Babe was never punctual, but because Babe had staggered in hours past curfew the night before classes began and collapsed on the bed, bloody nose first, and hadn’t really moved ( Read more... )