Back In School—NIGHT
It is freezing cold when I first see the shivering French girl, weeping, sniffling and trying to find her way to through the campus, lost on her way to her first class.
Light snow flurries are beginning to come down. I have my heavy wool jacket on so I come up behind her and throw it over her shoulders, holding her shuddering form to me and telling her “It’ll be all right; I’ll help you find the place.”
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