Pete walked about aimlessly for a time, watching the Academy campus come to life. By the time he returned to his room, Garr had gone to his first morning class. A big note was tacked to their makeshift bulletin board. “See you soon, Petey-boy. Seegarr.”
At any other time, Pete would have laughed. A year ago, Garr had retreated to the sheltered area behind the athletic field with his prize possession, a cigar. To this day, no one knew where he had found it, but everyone knew that he had attempted to smoke it. A very green and very ill Garr had returned to the dormitory, and since then no one had let him live down his nickname, See-garr.
Hardly aware of what he was doing, Pete opened his bureau drawers and began to pile his gear neatly on his bunk. When the whistle ending the first morning
