Episode 5. College!
I had hoped that the Reverend Mr. William Smith had not seen me as I walked down a corridor, but he had.
— "Yes, Sir?"
— "I heard that you were planning to learn something about the Boston Massacre. Have you?"
— "Yes, Sir."
— "How many victims?"
— Five, Sir."
— "And the name of the commanding officer?"
— "Captain Preston, Sir."
— "Do you see any consequences of the episode that might come into play these days?"
Oh, dear, there we go. Careful, Temple.
— "I would say, Sir, that mobs have gained consciousness of their potential power and that a lot will depend on the quality of their leaders."
— "Not bad. How old are you?"
— "I'll turn sixteen in March, Sir."
— "You are the Governor's son, aren't you?"
— "Yes, Sir." A pause. "His natural son, Sir."
There, I said it, looking him straight in the eye. Do I see a shadow of a smile flickering across his face? Will he remark sarcastically that I am in the family tradition? Does he think I should have said "illegitimate" rather than the more polite "natural"?
— "Have you met your father yet?"
— "I spent the summer with him and his wife in Perth Amboy, Sir."
— "And what did you do there?"
— "We went riding, Sir, my father and I, and when in the countryside we sketched side by side."
— "No political talk?"
— "No, Sir, but I know my father's stand."
— "A courageous stand, young man. You may well be proud of him."
— "Thank you, Sir."
We parted with a nod. Come to think of it, life can be so strange. I have been lamenting the discord between my father and his own father but now, just now, it was an asset for me that my father is a Loyalist, like the Provost himself. Temple, you have a foot in each camp. You can't lose!!!