When I picked this book up I was expecting something deeply intellectual, but it is a lovely accessible tale told in vignettes about a boy who delivers telegrams during wartime and learns about love and loss.
The daytime school student and nighttime telgraph messenger brought his bicycle to a dynamic skidding halt, dropped the contraption and hurried to the fence as if there he would discover something extremely fleeting and apt to be lost if he did not hurry.
"We're poor, always have been--my father was a great man. He was not a successful man. He didn't make any more money than what we needed--ever."
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