Decided to start with the drawings. To tell him the whole story. How I had been to the North Bay. How I had worked up the courage to follow a lead to the home of a man who had been in Luke's unit. How I had seen Marilee. My drawing of Luke's shaving kit on the wall. How I had seen Jerry who looked just like Luke, and how Jerry had returned my book of drawings.

"And so," I wrote, "I did not let Jerry see Luke's picture, and I do not know what he thought when he left. He was cold and I gave him Luke's sweater. The one I have carried with me for so many years. And then after he had gone, I put Luke's picture in the top drawer of my bureau."

"Sid," I wrote. "All this happened before I got your last letter."