Chapter 11
Atlanta, GA
Philip
SHORTLY AFTER NEW Year’s, we invited Mason and Angela Cartwright to dinner. Their younger sons were with their grandparents, and Steve and Roger were expected back from their weekly hospital visit just in time for dinner. We sat down to dinner, and the boys appeared a few minutes later. They were both somewhat subdued, and when we suggested that they should sit down at the table with us, they said they weren’t hungry.
“Did you pick up something to eat on the way home?” I said.
“No, Sir,” Steve said, “we’re just not hungry.”
“Okay, guys,” Charles said, “what’s the matter?”
“Do you remember us talking about the little kid we were teaching to swim?” Roger said.
“Yes,” Mason said. “Isn’t his name Jimmy?”
“Yes, Sir,” Steve said.
“We were going to give him
