Garraty took out his cookies, and for a moment turned the foil package over in his hands. He thought homesickly of his mother, then stuffed the feeling aside. He would see Mom and Jan in Freeport. That was a promise. He ate a cookie and felt a little better.
The Long Walk
My youngest died at six of pneumonia, the Squads took my husband. Last of all, the Major stole my Ray as a prop for his Walk. I could see Ray wanted me gone from the start line, so I left him there with nothing but a half dozen Hermits wrapped in foil. I scrounged every pantry in the neighborhood for a few of the walnuts he liked so much and folded them into the batter along with the raisins. I like to think they helped.
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