Part V: Snakes – Then: November 22, 1963: #9 (Chapter 86)
P.J. and I never talked about the boiler room incident; in fact, from that time onward, we never said much of anything to each other, except in a perfunctory sort of way that occurs when children are forced to share the same space.
When we started high
school, he gravitated toward other egg heads, and I drifted off into a world
where I would never quite fit.
I gave him very little thought until high school graduation.