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couldn’t help smiling. “I said, ‘The new SAS is a residential school’.”
    Bailey couldn’t believe his ears. Could this be an answer to his prayers? “Please tell me what you mean by residential?”
    â€œIt’s a boarding school; students who go there, live there.”
    â€œHow?” asked Bailey. It was sounding too good to be true.
    â€œThe second and third floors are residence halls, sort of like dormitories, with bathrooms, showers, private cupboards for each student. It’s almost like going away to college.”
    It was hard for Bailey to convince himself that the answer to his prayers might actually be close at hand. “How much will this cost us?”
    â€œNothing, dingbat. It’s a public school .”
    â€œYou called me dingbat.”
    â€œGet over it.”
    â€œI’ll bet you skipped work at the canning factory just so you could visit the SAS.”
    â€œYes, I did.”
    â€œThat’s forty dollars we don’t get.”
    â€œYes, and I might do it again later this week. I’m going to have to take Harvey down there if they accept him. He’ll need help in registering. Or would you rather have me drop the whole thing and go to the canning factory every day?”
    â€œOh no. Oh no. This is definitely worth it. Most definitely worth it.” He turned out the lamp again, and rolled over in bed so his back was to her. He whispered prayers: “Oh Lord, please let this work out. We’re good, outstanding, tax-paying citizens. We don’t deserve what we’ve been going through. God help us. Amen.”
    Then he said, “Do you think I ought to go down to the SAS and talk to their people?”
    â€œI wouldn’t know why. The application process is already underway.”
    â€œWell, I may be able to exert a little extra influence. Let’s not forget I am an important businessman in this city.”
    â€œOh I could never forget that, Bailey. Now go to sleep.”
    The next morning, Wilberta told Harvey all about the SAS. He was enthused, especially after he took a look at the reading list. Now these were books that might be worth reading.
    â€œYou think you might like to give it a try then?”
    â€œOh yeah, for sure.”
    Wilberta liked the way things were developing. She felt pride and enthusiasm at the same time. “I’ll have to take you there to get your registration finalized.”
    â€œThat’s cool.”
    â€œIF,” she reminded him, “and it’s still an if they accept you there. Nothing’s for certain. The headmaster told me we should know by the end of the week.”
    â€œThat’s cool.”
    â€œNow I’d like to show you an e-mail from my mother that I printed out.”
    Wil, I don’t know for sure the girl you’re talking about, but I have a hunch. If I had the picture in front of me I might be more help. But there was a Cherokee squaw who was really friendly with our family at one lime. She’s dead now. We all used to assume that she had coupled with some white man, so there she was. People always called the little half-breed “soft feet” because she could run so fast and so quiet in those moccasins of hers. I’m not sure, but there’s always been a family rumor that she had a child at an advanced age. No way (that I know of) to verify it. That’s about the best I can do .
    Say hi to Bailey and Glendon for me, but don’t make it too enthusiastic. As for Sasha, give her a big, happy hello. And send my regards to your wayward boarder, whatever his name might be .
    â€œNow that is really interesting,” said Harvey. “Who’s Glendon?”
    â€œThat’s Bobo’s real name. He just got the Bobo nickname when he was so young, we’ve just more or less stayed with it.”
    â€œHis real name is Glendon?” Harvey couldn’t help laughing. Man, can I have some fun with this, or