It's me again: Uncas.
My story about getting a job in New York City seems to have worked with my boss at the ice factory, so I'm hopeful that it will work with my buddies, as well. I hate lying to them, but I know it's necessary. I guess the best way to catch most of my friends will be to check out the club scene tonight. Since our ship isn’t sailing until daybreak that will give me six or seven hours on the town. But, if I'm going to put in an all-nighter and keep my story straight while doing some pretty heavy drinking, I figure I ought to take a nap back home--- well actually at my great uncle and aunt’s where I’ve been living for the past eight years.
Whew! I slept for three-hours and then had a bite to eat with my uncle and aunt, who are really more like my parents than uncle and aunt. I was real sorry to have to say goodbye to them after all the years they’ve raised me and I could tell they were sorry, too. Both of ‘em cried when they hugged me g'bye. At least I didn't need to lie to them about where I was going. They are part of the plan.
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