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Penelope and Telemachus
Johnny Strange
Johnny sat in a dugout next to the mail station, the letter from Idaho in his hands. It was from Marjean. His hands trembled as he stared at the address: Marjean Langston, 2235 School Road, Sandpoint, ID.
It’s a real Dear John letter, I know it is.
He opened it part way and stopped.
I’ve been listening to that damned Tokyo Rose way too much. Don’t be a coward, Strange—open the letter. It is what it is. Maybe it’s not…
“Letter from home, Johnny?”
Johnny jerked like someone had shot him. “Damn it, Bud, don’t sneak up on me like that.”
Bud’s lanky frame filled the doorway of the dugout. “Don’t believe her, Johnny.”
“Believe who, Bud.”
“Tokyo Rosie. She’s a liar, sent to do the devil’s work.”
Johnny shook his head and smiled. “How do you al
