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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 23

After the party to welcome Archie home, George drove me back to our more modest neighborhood. Unwilling to worry Archie and Alex, I didn't tell them about the conversation with my father, but George asked what was wrong as we were pulling out onto the street. "You've been awful quiet. That's not like you." "It's… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 23

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 22

Tuesday, July 18   Archie was released from the hospital the next morning. George drove Alexandra and I to the hospital to pick him up. Daddy was chatting with him in the ward, helping him into his coat when we arrived. "I hope you realize just how lucky you were," he said, clapping his patient… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 22

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 21

For the entire streetcar ride home, I pondered the new information gleaned from the station, particularly the arrests made at the party. Only three arrests for such a large gathering was scanty, at best. True, for one officer to bring in three criminals alone, it was quite something, but if Officer Conners was so close… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due: part 21

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 19

Monday, July 17, 1922 "Why do I let you talk me into these things?" George asked, cutting the engine on his Ford. The car coasted slowly to a stop on the tree lined road. The three days since our last adventure in the woods allowed the ground to dry out. Mud puddles no longer created… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 19