Chapter 8Winter 1998
The ache of missing Davis faded but never vanished.
Wills had been working at Huntingdon for seven months, and after the first couple of months, he seldom spoke of what he did, saying with deprecation, “If you’ve trouble-shot for one computer, you’ve trouble-shot for them all.”
We did know he was often sent to various cities, sometimes for as long as six or eight weeks at a time.
One day, while the rest of the family was away on a ski weekend at Wachusett Mountain, Wills unlocked the back door of the house in Cambridge and let himself in.
I was quickly taken from the bottom drawer of his dresser and lain across his bed, along with a flannel shirt that had a quilted lining for additional warmth. We were joined by a pair of thick gray socks. He went to his closet an
