September 11 of the same year. Going Sixteen now.
Now I suppose you think this is going to be a love-story. But it isn't-at least not so far. And I am sure the hero won't be either of the two you think-not, that is, Hugh John or Nipper Donnan.
But I am going to tell the story of the strangest, the delicatest friendship I have ever seen-that o