Saturday, February 23, 2013
Thornby Still Visits on Holidays
And here are my five:
The sons and daughters of the men who’d worked the mine had almost all packed up and left town as soon as they could get away. A few families remained, mostly working digging up and sorting and selling gravel. The old hotel still stood, and a few men rented rooms there by the month. Gangly, pimply Thornby, son of the town’s Postmistress and the foreman at the gravel plant, worked the cash register at the gas station by the highway offramp, and it was he who spray-painted the word Mordor on a beam at the mouth of the mine. Thornby was homeschooled and passably well-read and would attend the state university that coming fall, meet a quirky, mousy, bookish young woman, marry, take his Bachelor of Arts degree and teach middle school English in his new wife’s hometown upstate.
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