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Everyone gasped.
"You knew Luther?" Father Damien asked, bewildered. [Note--FD should know this already, I believe.]
Damien nodded. "That's why when we met in the B and C restaurant in the summer, we knew each other. [Note--more correctly, the B&C. This restaurant is featured in D Is For Damien--what Damien is referring to here, in fact--and really existed. When the B&C supermarket became Glen's, the restaurant first became the Family House Restaurant, then the China One Buffet, then it shut down...now it's a Sears or something. *sigh*] I didn't know he was with Scorpio until you guys told me. The story I'm about to tell might never be heard again, so listen closely."
The others crept closer to the fire. Several curled up in chairs and on the couches.
"My favorite sister, Lilu, and I," Damien started again, "were sitting on a stone not too far away from a house that was for sale. A car pulled in and stopped. I looked at Lilu.
"'Hey,' I said, 'someone's moving in. Let's go say hi.'
"'Sounds good to me,' Lilu agreed. We jumped off the rock and ran up just in time to see someone about our age come out.
"'Hi!' I said. 'I'm Damien and this is my sister Lilu.'
"'Hi!' he greeted, just as cheerfully. 'My name's Luther. Luther Broderick..'
"'Are you moving in?' Lilu asked.
"Luther looked around. 'I don't know. If I like it, I might consider staying.' He stuck his hands in his pockets and walked around slowly, sticking his nose in the air like a rich person. We all laughed at this, when we heard a voice shout from within the house.
"'Luther!' it said. 'Get in here! Now!'
"Luther looked at the house, seeming annoyed and disappointed. But he turned back and smirked. 'Dad's calling,' he said. 'I better go in. He can be a pain.' [Note--out of character based on what exactly is going on in the Broderick household at the time.] He walked away. 'See ya tomorrow!'
"'Bye!' Lilu and I shouted, waving after him as he went inside, shutting the door.
"From then on the three of us were good friends. Every day after school we went exploring--especially around the railroad bridge. Lots of times we'd walk out onto it and throw rocks in the water. Luther always seemed to be touchy about going on the bridge--or anything over water, that is. I should have noticed this, but I just supposed it was a touch of hydrophobia--fear of water. Maybe he'd had some traumatic experience as a little kid. After a while he grew braver and we would sit on the edge, looking down at the green water below. And as it always does, the weather began to get colder.
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