Cam reached out to shake hands.
“I hope you’ll be happy here.”
“I’m sure I will be.”
The realtor nodded to Cam and Michael, turned, and left.
“You didn’t tell me you were a war resister,” Michael said.
“I went to school in Cambridge, Massachusetts; one of the main homes of the SDS: The Students for a Democratic Society. You couldn’t go to Harvard or Radcliffe and not be against the war. I wasn’t thatactive, but I attended sit-ins and rallies and I drove a friend up here once.”
Whenever Cam thought of that situation, she wondered what had happened to her friend Bill. Cam would never forget that Friday night.2
Harvard Square, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Twenty-five years earlier.