Lucy would go on to have the child you spared, on the third floor of Mrs. Dripp’s in a corner room that fall, as planned. Mr. Thomas Saddleman, a timid copyright lawyer from Nashville and his loud, sherry drinkin’ wife Catherine would welcome their adopted child Sylvan Leclure Saddleman to their stately, if not cold, home in the old grand neighborhood of Richland. There, the young boy would be close enough to fall in love with the experience of runnin’ around the recreated columns of The Parthenon, drinkin’ in the art exhibits inside. Sylvan would be overcome with fascination for the ancient warriors he saw immortalized, their weapons, their golden shields and helmets adorned with eagles and lions. He’d study the Greeks in his spare time, the birth of philosophy, their enlightened conduct
