The Cambridge Kid (Al Sand)
Class ended and Al wandered from campus with his chums. They were rowdy and excited and though Al kept his thoughts to himself he was quick to respond with a quip or comment. It was Friday and everyone was excited for the week-end. There was talk of going to a show in London that night. One of the boys had a crush on a pretty singer. Al doubted the admiration was returned, as the boy had a face like a frog. The rest of the men would have a jolly time teasing him when he was rejected, so all thought the plan was good.
They walked down the street with the carefree abandon of the young; Al alone was pensive. The war meant nothing to his friends, some had announced plans to join up. Al viewed the war pessimistically and from the outlook of someone who had studied the history of war and its atrocities. He hoped he would have time to convince his friends not to join. But, perhaps he was thinking too much like Uncle Doran. He put his hand to his heart. There was a fire there. It had almost been snuffed out with his father’s death, but the flame was burning with a greater intensity each day.
At the corner, Al Sand waved goodbye. Sometimes, it was tiresome to pretend, so he returned to his rented rooms just off of the university campus. As Al bathed, he stripped the persona off and relaxed slightly. Sarella changed into a flower print muslin dress and pulled out the paper to see if there was anymore news of her father, but there were only reports of the war.
Perhaps she would go to London for the weekend and visit with her sisters. They may have more information.