When I opened the letter, it was from the bank manager back in Sedalia.Pa had died and left me his bank funds that he had built up over the thirty yea...s he’d worked for the railroad. I never knew he’d saved a dime. I thought he’d spent it all on whiskey. According to this letter, he deposited ten dollars a month of his railroad pay in the bank fund the whole time he worked for the railroad and now there was three thousand eight hundred and thirty-nine dollars there in my name. But I had to go. And wow, have those two grown.Let’s talk about growing. Everyone has grown up but me. My sister is almost two years younger and is over a foot taller; almost two feet taller. Why did her friends have to be there, naked in the shower, with me? I’ll never live it down. Gracie wants me to stay naked at home too. You know what the worst part of that is? I find the idea not only acceptable, but enjoyable.I am not myself anymore. I have to get back to my deep study of science. No more of this. But then I started thinking, and realized that for her to know, Ruth must have told her. And by told her, I mean the whole, sordid mess. Otherwise Lori would wonder why Ruth fell asleep on the phone with me, a guy who was not her “boyfriend” and for whom she had no feelings other than that of friendship. That gave me hope. It made me realize that Ruth really did care about where our relationship was at present, and where it was headed. It told me also that she was not capable of seeing me in. He loved the solitude of the office at this time of the day, everything was so peaceful. He turned up the heat in the office and began making coffee so that his co-workers would have something to take the edge off of the cold when they started to arrive in an hour or so. This had been his delegated task during every working day for the last twenty years of his employment. In the summer the office was hot so he would turn on the AC and in the winter he would take care of the heat. Over the years.