February 1927
The last time Amos and Aloysius had seen each other – properly, not just fleetingly, across a room or field – was at the tall, cast-iron gates at Fleetwood. Aloysius had walked both boys, Amos, just turned twelve and Horace, ten, straight across Middleton that day. Each carried a flimsy, cardboard suitcase, a few changes of shirts, underwea…
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