The Story of Jeremy

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“That isn’t coming, is it?” my father sighed, shaking his head. The car was almost packed, the big station wagon was strategically loaded so as to provide room for luggage, myself, my mother and sister. The biggest cases were already strapped on top, my little stack of books already tucked into one corner of the ‘way back’ within easy reach.

“Do we really have to bring the guitar?” Dad asked again. He was about to protest…