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Chapter 3

           Itlookedthreeorfourstorieshighandabouttofalldownatanyminuteacrazyassortmentoflogsandboardsandthicktwineandwindowsseeminglythrowntogetheratrandom,themassive,ivy-strewnstonewallsrisingupbehindit.Ashemovedacrossthecourtyard,thedistinctsmelloffirewoodandsomekindofmeatcookingmadehisstomachgrumble.KnowingnowthatitwasjustasickkiddoingthescreamingmadeThomasfeelbetter.Untilhethoughtaboutwhathadcausedit...

           "What’syourname?"Chuckaskedfrombehind,runningtocatchup.

           "What?"

           "Yourname?Youstillhaven’ttoldusandIknowyourememberthatmuch."

           "Thomas."Hebarelyheardhimselfsayithisthoughtshadspuninanewdirection.IfChuckwasright,he’djustdiscoveredalinktotherestoftheboys.Acommonpatterntotheirmemorylosses.Theyallrememberedtheirnames.Whynottheirparents’names?Whynotafriend’sname?Whynottheirlastnames?

           "Nicetomeetyou,Thomas,"Chucksaid."Don’tyouworry,I’lltakecareofyou.I’vebeenhereawholemonth,andIknowtheplaceinsideandout.YoucancountonChuck,okay?"

           Thomashadalmostreachedthefrontdooroftheshackandthesmallgroupofboyscongregatingtherewhenhewashitbyasuddenandsurpriserushofanger.HeturnedtofaceChuck."Youcan’teventellmeanything.Iwouldn’tcallthattakingcareofme."Heturnedbacktowardthedoor,intentongoinginsidetofindsomeanswers.Wherethissuddencourageandresolvecamefrom,hehadnoidea.

           Chuckshrugged.

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