eBAY Wednesday morning brought good news. Victor caught Harvey by the arm in the hall after sociology class. “The report is back from Weber Weeble,” he said. “The handwriting on the list is the real thing.” “You’re kiddin’” said Harvey. Victor shook his head. “Nope. I’d never joke around about something as big as this. But you need to hear it from Weeble himself. He’s still got the list, too.” “Now?” “No. We’ve got classes. First thing after lunch.” “Okay.” Harvey spent the next three classes without paying attention, restless, crossing his legs, uncrossing them, and back. The clocks seemed stuck in molasses. He was dying to hear what Weber Weeble had to say. He and Victor gobbled lunch in about five minutes, then made their way to Weeble’s cubicle. “What’s the story on the list?” Harvey asked him. “It’s like I told your friend Victor. The handwriting is authentic. This list was written by Lee Harvey Oswald.” Harvey felt euphoric inside; he didn’t know what to say.
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