The Mayor is much like
I imagine a father might be.
He named me like a father would.
Cole.
Cole Cross.
I don't know where my last name
came from.
I always suspect that he made it up.
My father's last name was Smith;
and the Mayor's last name is Spurgeon.
I prefer to call him
Mayor.
He asked me to write in this journal.
He gave me the journal under the old-lone-oak on a quiet morning.
The Mayor's wife dislikes when I write at the dinner table.
But she tolerates me. Even when I spill.
She knows what a miracle it is for me to write everyday.
Most blind children cannot...
1076, Dey 2, 17th hour.
