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to steal food for you。 Fine； sure。 Okay。 Great。'
'We have a lot to talk about；' Jack said。
'If；' Richard said； leaning slightly forward with his hands in his pockets； 'if you'll start going back to New Hampshire today； or if you'll let me call my dad and get him here to take you back； I'll try to grab some extra food for you。'
'I'm willing to talk about anything with you； Richie…boy。 Anything。 I'll talk about going back； sure。'
Richard nodded。 'Where in the world have you been； anyhow？' His eyes burned beneath their thick lenses。 Then a big； surprising blink。 'And how in the world can you justify the way you and your mother are treating my father？ Shit； Jack。 I really think you ought to go back to that place in New Hampshire。'
'I will go back；' Jack said。 'That's a promise。 But I have to get something first。 Is there anyplace I can sit down？ I'm sort of dead tired。'
Richard nodded at his bed； then…typically…flapped one hand at his desk chair； which was nearer Jack。
Doors slammed in the hallway。 Loud voices passed by Richard's door； a crowd's shuffling feet。
'You ever read about the Sunlight Home？' Jack asked。 'I was there。 Two of my friends died at the Sunlight Home； and get this； Richard； the second one was a werewolf。'
Richard's face tightened。 'Well； that's an amazing coincidence； because…'
'I really was at the Sunlight Home； Richard。'
'So I gather；' said Richard。 'Okay。 I'll be back with some food in about half an hour。 Then I'll have to tell you who lives next door。 But this is Seabrook Island stuff； isn't it？ Tell me the truth。'
'Yeah； I guess it is。' Jack let Myles P。 Kiger's coat slip off his shoulders and fold itself over the back of the chair。
'I'll be back；' Richard said。 He waved uncertainly to Jack on his way out the door。
Jack kicked off his shoes and closed his eyes。
3
The conversation to which Richard had alluded as 'Seabrook Island stuff；' and which Jack remembered as well as his friend； took place in the last week of their final visit to the resort of that name。
The two families had taken joint vacations nearly every year while Phil Sawyer was alive。 The summer after his death； Morgan Sloat and Lily Sawyer had tried to keep the tradition going； and booked the four of them into the vast old hotel on Seabrook Island； South Carolina； which had been the site of some of their happiest summers。 The experiment had not worked。
The boys were accustomed to being in each other's pany。 They were also accustomed to places like Seabrook Island。 Richard Sloat and Jack Sawyer had scampered through resort hotels and down vast tanned beaches all through their childhood…but now the climate had mysteriously altered。 An unexpected seriousness had entered their lives； an awkwardness。
The death of Phil Sawyer had changed the very color of the future。 Jack began to feel that final summer at Seabrook that he might not want to sit in the chair behind his father's desk…that he wanted more in his life。 More what？ He knew…this was one of the few things he did truly know…that this powerful 'moreness' was connected to the Daydreams。 When he had begun to see this in himself； he became aware of something else： that his friend Richard was not only incapable of sensing this quality of 'moreness；' but that in fact he quite clearly wanted its opposite。 Richard wanted less。 Richard did not want anything he could not respect。
Jack and Richard had sloped off by themselves in that slow…breathing time posed at good resorts by the hours between lunch and cocktails。 In fact they had not gone far…only up at the side of a pine…tree…covered hill overlooking the rear of the inn。 Beneath them sparkled the water of the inn's huge rectangular pool； through which Lily Cavanaugh Sawyer smoothly and efficiently swam length after length。 At one of the tables set back from the pool sat Richard's father； wrapped in a bulging； fuzzy terrycloth robe； flip…flops on his white feet； simultaneously eating a club sandwich and wheeling and dealing on the plug…in telephone in his other hand。
'Is this sort of stuff what you want？' he asked Richard； who was seated neatly beside his own sprawl and held…no surprise…a book。 The Life of Thomas Edison。
'What I want？ When I grow up； you mean？' Richard seemed a little nonplussed by the question： 'It's pretty nice； I guess。 I don't know if I want it or not。'
'Do you know what you want； Richard？ You always say you want to be a research chemist；' Jack said。 'Why do you say that？ What does it mean？'
'It means that I want to be a research chemist。' Richard smiled。
'You know what I mean； don't you？ What's the point of being a research chemist？ Do you think that would be fun？ Do you think you'll cure cancer and save millions of people's lives？'
Richard looked at him very openly； his eyes slightly magnified by the glasses he had begun to wear four months earlier。 'I don't think I'll ever cure cancer； no。 But that's not even the point。 The point is finding out how things work。 The point is that things actually really do work in an orderly way； in spite of how it looks； and you can find out about it。'
'Order。'
'Yeah； so why are you smiling？'
Jack grinned。 'You're going to think I'm crazy。 I'd like to find something that makes all this…all these rich guys chasing golfballs and yelling into telephones…that makes all this look sick。'
'It already looks sick；' Richard said； with no intention of being funny。
'Don't you sometimes think there's more to life than order？' He looked over at Richard's innocent； skeptical face。 'Don't you want just a little magic； Richard？'
'You know； sometimes I think you just want chaos；' Richard said； flushing a bit。 'I think you're making fun of me。 If you want magic； you pletely wreck everything I believe in。 In fact you wreck reality。'
'Maybe there isn't just one reality。'
'In Alice in Wonderland； sure！' Richard was losing his temper。
He stomped off through the pines； and Jack realized for the first time that the talk released by his feelings about the Daydreams had infuriated his friend。 Jack's longer legs brought him alongside Richard in seconds。 'I wasn't making fun of you；' he said。 'It's just； I was sort of curious about why you always say you want to be a chemist。'
Richard stopped short and looked soberly up at Jack。
'Just stop driving me crazy with that kind of stuff；' Richard said。 'That's just Seabrook Island talk。 It's hard enough being one of the six or seven sane people in America without having my best friend flip out totally。'
From then on； Richard Sloat bristled at any signs of fancifulness in Jack； and immediately dismissed it as 'Seabrook Island stuff。'
4
By the time Richard returned from the dining room； Jack； freshly showered and with his wet hair adhering to his scalp； was idly turning over books at Richard's desk。 Jack was wondering； as Richard swung through the door carrying a grease…stained paper napkin clearly wrapped around a substantial quantity of food； whether the conversation to e might be easier if the books on the desk were The Lord of the Rings and Watership Down instead of Organic Chemistry and Mathematical Puzzles。
'What was lunch？' Jack asked。
'You got lucky。 Southern fried chicken…one of the few things they serve here that don't make you sorry for the animal who died to bee part of the food chain。' He handed the greasy napkin over to Jack。 Four thick； richly battered sections of chicken sent up an aroma of almost unbelievable goodness and density。 Jack waded in。
'How long have you been eating as though you oinked？' Richard pushed his glasses up on his nose and sat down on his narrow bed。 Beneath his tweed jacket he wore a patterned brown V…neck sweater； the bottom of which had been tucked into the waistband of his trousers。
Jack had an uneasy moment； wondering if it were really possible to talk about the Territories with someone so tightly buttoned that he tucked his sweaters beneath his belts。
'The last time I ate；' he said mildly； 'was yesterday； around noon。 I'm a little hungry； Richard。 Thanks for bringing me the chicken。 It's great。 It's the best chicken I ever ate。 You're a great guy； risking expulsion like this。'
'You think that's a joke； do you？' Richard yanked at the sweater； frowning。 'If anybody finds you in here； I probably will get expelled。 So don't get too funny。 We have to figure out how we're going to get you back to New Hampshire。'
Silence then； for a moment： an appraising look from Jack； a stern look from Richard。
'I know you want me to explain what I'm doing； Richard；' Jack said around a mouthful of chicken； 'and believe me； it's not going to be easy。'
'You don't look the same； you know；' Richard said。 'You look 。 。 。 older。 But that's not all。 You're changed。'
'I know I've changed。 You'd be a little different； too； if you'd been with me since September。' Jack smiled； looked at scowling Richard in his good…boy clothes； and knew that he would never be able to tell Richard about his father。 He simply was not capable of that。 If events did it for him； so be it； but he himself did not possess the assassin's heart required for that particular disclosure。
His friend continued to frown at Jack； clearly waiting for the story to begin。
Perhaps to stall the moment when he would have to try to convince Rational Richard of the unbelievable； Jack asked； 'Is the kid in the next room quitting school？ I saw his suitcases on his bed from outside。'
'Well； yes； that's interesting；' Richard said。 'I mean； interesting in the light of what you said。 He is leaving…in fact； he's already gone。 Someone is supposed to e for his things； I guess。 God knows what kind of a fairy tale you'll make of this； but the kid next door was Reuel Gardener。 The son of that preacher who ran that home you claim you escaped from。' Richard ignored Jack's sudden fit of coughing。 'In most senses； I should say； Reuel was anything but the normal kid next door； and probably nobody here was too sorry to see him go。 Just when the story came out about kids dying at that place his father ran； he got a telegram ordering him to leave Thayer。'
Jack had gotten down the wad of chicken that had tried to choke him。 'Sunlight Gardener's son？ That guy had a son？ And he was here？'
'He came at the start of the term；' Richard said simply。 'That's what I was trying to tell you before。'
Suddenly Thayer School was menacing to Jack in a way that Richard could not begin to prehend。 'What was he like？'
'A sadist；' Richard said。 'Sometimes I heard really peculiar noises ing out of Reuel's room。 And once I saw a dead cat on the garbage thing out in back that didn't have any eyes or ears。 When you saw him； you'd think he was the kind of person who might torture a cat。 And he sort of smelled like rancid English Leather； I thought。' Richard was silent for a carefully timed moment； and then asked； 'Were you really in the Sunlight Home？'
'For thirty days。 It was hell； or hell's next…door neighbor。' He inhaled； looking at Richard's scowling but now at least half…convinced face。 'This is hard for you to swallow； Richard； and I know that； but the guy with me was a werewolf。 And if he hadn't been killed while he was saving my life he'd be here right now。'
'A werewolf。 Hair on the palms of his hands。 Changes into a blood…thirsty monster every full moon。' Richard looked musingly around the little room。
Jack waited until Richard's gaze returned to him。 'Do you want to know what I'm doing？ Do you want me to tell you why I'm hitchhiking all the way across the country？'
'I'm going to start screaming if you don't；' Richard said。
'Well；' Jack said； 'I'm trying to save my mother's life。' As he uttered it； this sentence seemed to him filled with a wondrous clarity。
'How the hell are you going to do that？' Richard exploded。 'Your mother probably has cancer。 As my father has been pointing out to you； she needs doctors and science 。 。 。 and you hit the road？ What are you going to use to save your mother； Jack？ Magic？'
Jack's eyes began to burn。 'You got it； Richard old chum。' He raised his arm and pressed his already damp eyes into the f