Chapter 2Fall 1994, Sophomore year
The Alpha Omega Chi fraternity house was a big, old house on the outskirts of the campus. Legend had it that Washington had slept there. Trees that could have been liberty trees during the time of the Revolution grew in the front yard and beautiful perennials bracketed the walk that led from the street to the door and bloomed around the porch. Later I learned that Wills, who had a green thumb, often helped the housemother plant and nurture them.
“Hey, Matheson!” one of his fraternity brothers called. We clothes could hear him through the walls of the suitcase. “You and Shaw are rooming together this year. The rooms under the gable in front.” He lowered his voice, and all the clothes in the suitcase strained to hear more. “No one else wants to room with
