Washington City, March 1863
Washington City, March 1863As Lou trudged down the dark street between the school and his rooming house, a tall thin man accosted him. Fearing a robbery, Lou darted out of his path and prepared to bolt.
“Hello, Lou—is this any way to greet a friend?”
When he heard the familiar voice, he broke into laughter. “John!” He threw his arms around his old friend in a warm bear hug. “Oh, it’s so good to see you again! I knew we’d meet someday soon, I—” He’d almost admitted he prayed nightly to be reunited with his only friend, but stopped himself short. “I sure have missed you, buddy.” He stood back and looked John up and down. “You do look hale and hearty. Come on up to my room where it’s warm and let’s talk.” He hoped he didn’t sound too forward. But he didn’t mind
