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By Jack Joseph Smith

4 12 : Chapter VIII I saw Danigl as I walked through the doors The lights were dim and the jukebox was playing a record I had ordered a week befores Porkey, don't let him take me, 7 don't let him handle me with his hot handss What was Dani$ doing here? It was like T hadn't seen him sence I went to Thorn “ill, Sure we had passed each other in the halls of Mount Lebanon highschool, but we wern't friends any longer, I mean we hadn't talked to each other for five years. 1 had never seen hint on the Hill before, University kids came here now, that's what he was doing. Making the scene, No, thatis not true Michael, Dandi was a revolutionary, That's how I remembered him, But still an Aristocratic, 1 hated those bastards, Our childhood was 80 vibrant, Yes it wag | Tinnocreat - ye i inocient, But our ORCS NY a force behind ity moving us with an eternal direction; But where? Why had we remained so apart? In a way I loved him) He was go beautiful, i with his fine skin and lines, His movements were clean; Even seated he secmed like : he was passing om and ons Above in his thought, yet unprotected and unprotectives i ‘ No one there was mistreating him, and his alogfnees was not that of a blind mind : \ hiding beneath the cldbter of the pat. I had heard he was going to some fine Eastern | University. Esotaric is the words it makes me want to vomite. What is he doing here? i \ No one else is, God, they wanted me to stay at Valley Forges with all the fine brass : \ meng Mount Lebanon and the sweet flower of wy Saint Bernards days, She called to me i | so strongly in her letters, but when 1 cane homey we went anayg bon each others \I lmow. 1 wasn't ready for the beauty tooy I still think of those times so sweets : They are the same now, but so bitter, If she asked me now, Have 1 ever been all the ay, I really wouldn't lmow what to says It was a long time agoy.when I decided not : © be a football heros Dani fil must understand thiss He's wari can see it in his ; eanigg, I would like to turn him and kiss his forehead, Let us cry in the black tent, amongest faces of the same, They wouldn't evon notices Yes they would, . but \ \ |

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Approaching Daniel, Michael is seized by memory of Papa Joe's death, their shared lies, their years of silence, and the sense that both of them have lived through the same world without ever speaking honestly about it.

The page tightens around what cannot be touched or properly related, so memory becomes almost physical, grabbing him by the throat as he crosses the room. Papa Joe's death hangs over the reunion as the end of an era that neither boy fully knew how to inherit.

Claude

Chapter VIII opens on seeing Danial across the dim bar of a college-kid jazz spot after five years of hallway-only passing in Mount Lebanon high school — Michael's childhood co-commander returned in the shape of an Eastern-university aesthete.