NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
October, 2009
SOUTH WALES and BUFFALO, NY
I had talked reassuringly to the others after the shooting in the studio, but I had a tough night, as you might imagine. I don't remember any dreams, but I didn't sleep well.
I got up later than usual, as was one of the perks of a day off at that school. I showed up none too early at my classroom and found the assistant headmaster inside the door, talking amicably with a couple of my students. He taught history to most of the seniors and these guys were his students, too. "PB wants to see you," he said to me. "In his office." This, again was Prescott Burns, our estimable headmaster.
I wondered what it was about as I walked the one floor down and fifty steps east. I found both the inner and the outer doors open and PB
