Chapter Twenty-Eight
On December 21st, a Saturday, everyone was in front of the admin building, watching the Fords, Packards, and Hudsons chug-chug along the drive to pick up cadets for Christmas vacation.
Mac had driven a dozen boys to the station in Richmond to catch the train, while Elvira Gulch and Mr. Frazer had taken three boys to the bus station.
Fuse stood with me and Liz, impatiently waiting for our rides. I could hardly wait to see Marie and James Fusilier. It had been only three and a half months since I last saw them, but it seemed like a year.
A long black Crossley limousine came up the drive, and when Liz saw it, she squealed, “Mickey! There’s Mickey.”
Apparently, Mickey was the chauffeur. He waved to Liz and smiled as the car came to a stop.
“Come on, you two,” Liz sai
