Chapter 8Da’ric
I’d always been tall, but the summer after I started Thomas Knowlton High School, I’d reached my full adult height. Now I stood six foot seven, not reaching Dad’s height but a good deal taller than Pop. Frequently I got questions regarding the weather up there. I’d learned to either give a slow, bored blink and turn away or cheerfully drone on and on about how wonderful it was, even if it was pouring rain or spitting sleet.
Two other things happened that year. The first one—I began taking advanced college courses, which would insure I’d earn my bachelor’s degree in less than the usual four years and then go on to my master’s; and the second—I met the person who would become my best friend.
We met in Geometry class about a month after school started. The seat beside me ha
