I assured him I wanted all there was, though from the edge of the world.

He had awkwardly folded his new overcoat, and put it under my

head.... And so I was beginning to change his name from Stupidity and

Awkwardness to Humankindness.

Though in five minutes he was snoring like Sousa’s band, I could not

but sleep. When I awoke the sun was in my eyes. It shone through the

open door. Mr. Humankindness was up. The smell of baked potatoes was in

the air. Outside, rustled the com. The wind cried, “Life, life, life.”