He put his thoughts together in the
same way he buttoned his shirt in the mornings before school, slowly
from bottom to top. He knew the resistance existed. He knew people in
the resistance went out at night. He knew Ingrid went out at night.
He knew people in the resistance stole things and didn't like
soldiers. He knew Ingrid stole books and called the green coats “bad
guys.” He knew people in the resistance carried weapons. He knew
Ingrid had a knife in her boot. He knew people in the resistance
died.
And so he sat in the closet.
