ChapterTwenty Seven
The Autumns in northern New York are one of Nature’s glorious spectacles: as the many hardwoods parade their brilliantly colored leaves in dramatichues of reds, yellows and oranges, before dropping them as winterfollows closely.
I was looking forward to my senior year. Despite failingin accomplishing myprimary goal, I will soon be accomplishing my goal of becoming a teacher.I’m rooming again withDiane, with Mary Lynn next door, and wewould continue to gather with the other girls on our floor, from time-to-time. Many of the girls had gone home for the summer, but would be returning in September with the start of the new school year.
That August, the evening before the start of the Historical Society program, Mary Lynn, who had returned earlier that month, Diane and I
