Michael Malone - Weebly

a twinge of Oglethorpe. Had he not promised to check
on the old fellow's condition last night? The headmaster
had then groped his way from one handsome piece of
furniture to the next, finally located his desk, and called
the hospital, which led him through a series of switches
until finally a nurse in intensive care explained that she
was sorry but the patient had died at 4:00 A.M.
"Are you sure?" She was. (Of course, what an
absurd question.)
Where was the sister, Miss Oglethorpe? They had
no idea. Mr. Oglethorpe was currently in the morgue.
(Was it Archibald or Theobald Oglethorpe? How cruel
not to remember, when he must have seen it written
down hundreds of times.) Saar had a drink. He had a
shower. During breakfast assembly he announced to his
staff and students that their teacher, Mr. Oglethorpe,
had regrettably passed away and that as headmaster he
knew everyone would be sorry to hear this because
everyone remembered with gratitude all Mr. Oglethorpe
had done for Alexander Hamilton Academy through
long devoted years, and that everyone would want to
consider some fitting token to be chosen by committee,