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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 19

Monday, July 17, 1922 "Why do I let you talk me into these things?" George asked, cutting the engine on his Ford. The car coasted slowly to a stop on the tree lined road. The three days since our last adventure in the woods allowed the ground to dry out. Mud puddles no longer created… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 19

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 18

We walked back to the corner to catch the next streetcar, but I had a sudden idea, remembering how well stocked the liquor cabinet had been. "The party was on Friday night, wasn't it?" Alexandra came to a halt beside me. "Yes. Why?" "Because it's Sunday. No one will have collected last week's garbage yet."… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 18

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 17

I outlined my plan to Alexandra as we once again took the streetcar south into town. West of the university was an affluent neighborhood, all stately Victorian homes and tree lined streets. I'd done my best to make my friend look like a respectable member of society, instead of a flapper fond of wearing men's… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 17

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 16

Sunday, July 16, 1922 The next morning, Alexandra and I went back to the hospital with Daddy to see Archie. "I need to check on my other patients first, but I'll be in to see Archie around lunchtime," he told Alexandra as we parted ways in the lobby. He held up a file folder. "I've… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 16

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 15

Mother insisted Alexandra come home with us. Usually a night owl, it didn't take much to convince her to take a hot bath and go straight to bed, even though it was still a little early. When Elizabeth and Rose heard what had happened, she found herself once again enveloped in hugs. Elizabeth went up… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 15

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 14

  The State Hospital on Broad Street was familiar, almost home-like to me. Several times I week I went down with Daddy, watching him work or reading to some of the patients, helping the nurses make beds and do the thousands of tiny things that took them away from their patients, but needed doing nonetheless.… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 14

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 13

After the three girls were quietly lead away, the band set up in one corner and it seemed the night was ready to begin. George arrived, looking dapper in his pinstripe suit. "Are you ready to polish the dancefloor?" he asked with a grin, twirling me around. "And how!" We went to the registration table,… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 13

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 12

True to my promise, I arrived St. Francis Episcopal Church the next day just after lunch. My glad rags were in a carpet bag, which I left in the vestry at Mrs. Pope's instruction, and reported for duty at the welcome table set up in the multi-purpose room. Mrs. Pope was smart in her dark… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 12

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 11

Mother came home only a few minutes later. I heard her from the back parlor, where I'd once again installed myself with my book. Before I had a chance to greet her, she went down to the basement, presumably to discuss my punishment with Daddy. "Boy, she really mad, ain't she?" Elizabeth asked, peering over… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, Part 11

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Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 10

I found Daddy in the front parlor, which served as his private practice three days a week. Inside was a couch and two chairs. Against one wall an exam table waited, and at the back of the room a small secretary desk waited next to a filing cabinet. Daddy dropped a small stack of files… Continue reading Dru Faust and the Devil’s Due, part 10