CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
A package was delivered to the dormitory on Monday. Norton brought it up to me. It’s for you, he signed.
Everyone at RSD, myself included, loved to receive mail. It made the week more enjoyable if a package arrived filled with home-baked chocolate chip cookies or a card with some cash in it or just a letter telling you how much you were loved and missed.
I saw that the package came from my grandparents in Albany. I tore at the brown paper wrapping. Inside I found a letter, two books, and a couple packs of baseball cards. I thought of my collection of cards at home. At one time they meant everything to me. I pulled open my sock drawer, dropped the packs of cards in, and shut the drawer. I sat back on the bed and read the letter:
Dear Mark,
I hope school is going wel
