If someone had asked Father how he had heard the shouts of the students, it would have been hard to explain. He had just found a space for his car in the hospital parking lot when he heard someone yell, ‘I didn’t do it! Why won’t you listen?’ It came from the opposite side of the street. The voice was boyish and exuberant. The air was quite nippy, with …
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