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Michael had been marked late for curfew on Wednesday night, arriving at the cottage for check-in with the evening staff at 9:37 PM. And on Thursday morning in the cafeteria, he had his glasses back. I had been asked to supervise breakfast, and I was standing at the back, where I could see the shuffling boys moving down the line with their trays.
He was a leader, I could see that. He said less, moved less quickly than the rest, and yet was always flanked by friends. I had looked over his chart again. His mother worked for the postal service and said she could no longer have him in the house. He had stolen twenty dollars from her purse, he had stayed out all night too many times, she was tired of calling the police to go looking for him. His father was dead, KIA in Korea when Michael was
