Monday, October 19, Fletcher
“Narnia?”
“Narnia,” Fletcher Constantine Smyth said, feeling embarrassed that here he was talking with this beautiful boy, who he had been dying to talk to since August, and what was he talking about? Kids’ books. And he was angry at himself for being embarrassed. “Yes, The Chronicles of Narnia are one of my all-time favorites. I was crazy about them from when I was eight—when my father died—until I was eleven, when my mother remarried. My dad was reading them to me right before he died. I even wrote C.S. Lewis a fan letter.” After gently pointing out Lewis had died years ago, in 1963, his mother had assured him that burning the letter would guarantee the ashes getting to heaven. “I guess I’m still crazy about them; I read them over and over—well, all but The
