PART II Like India Ink Mildly strange, but nevertheless true: Ross and I were going to the Yale Bowl. Yale vs. Dartmouth. I had always considered baseball his only mistress. Still, it should be fun, I thought. When was the last time I was at an official sporting event as part of the crowd? (Ross hadn’t yet spirited us away to Fenway.) My mind meandered backwards, thinking of many things; thinking of Michael, of course, but also thinking of Lawrence. Where was he now? What had become of him?
Chapter 28. Like India Ink
Chapter 28. Like India Ink
Chapter 28. Like India Ink
PART II Like India Ink Mildly strange, but nevertheless true: Ross and I were going to the Yale Bowl. Yale vs. Dartmouth. I had always considered baseball his only mistress. Still, it should be fun, I thought. When was the last time I was at an official sporting event as part of the crowd? (Ross hadn’t yet spirited us away to Fenway.) My mind meandered backwards, thinking of many things; thinking of Michael, of course, but also thinking of Lawrence. Where was he now? What had become of him?