As he was leaving, Walt asked me if I could find some time to drop into the office next week. I said I would, probably on Tuesday afternoon, if that w...s okay. He said that would be great and he would look forward to seeing me then. I wasn’t sure what he wanted, but I suspect it may have something to do with my future career. That’s the career that I hadn’t yet decided upon.I headed over to East Cascades just after lunch on Tuesday. I had no idea exactly what Walt wanted to talk to me about, but. Using the microfilm reader, I read though the old newspaper accounts of the Westervelt family. It was like a wonderful walk down memory lane as I read about my former life. I wept uncontrollably when I read the accounts of my son Peter's death in the skies over France, and I again relived the agony of that day when I had received the telegram informing me. Peter had been my youngest, my baby, and I had been so very proud of him. I received quite a few strange stares from other people in the. Each time a car passed I jumped out of fright. Four doors down a dog ran onto its front lawn as though it were going to attack me. I screamed, lifting my hands to ward it off, knowing I didn't have a chance. Then the rope attached to its collar pulled taut and it stopped, barking. I shuddered, pressing on. The letterbox wasn't much farther. I could see it: a red column on the corner of the road. My little legs weren't getting me there very fast but they were getting me there. I held the. Turns out, this was a replacement computer but a second computer. His mom had moved the first computer into her bedroom. His dad wasn’t too happy, but then, he didn’t make her take it back either.“Mom? Is that a digital camera?” Josh couldn’t help but notice his mom’s cheeks turn scarlet as she quickly grabbed the camera before he could.“Yes. Yes it is.” She was clearly flustered.Josh had seen them in stores, but had never gotten to try one out. “Can I...” She quickly grabbed it from his.