Final Strand: Chapter One
HAZEL Chapter One: The Letter Maine March 21st, 1979 The knock was not loud or sharp, but it caught my attention. I pushed back my chair and walked across my dorm room and pulled open over to the heavy wooden door. Standing on my threshold was the middle aged headmaster. “I’m very sorry, Miss Lewis,” he said in a brisk voice, looking down at the envelope he held in his hands. “I come bearing sad news. Your grandfather—” He looked up then, into my face and paused mid-sentence. “Oh, I have heard of you,” he said, his voice going soft and slowing down, “but they didn’t . . . You aren’t . . .” He cleared his throat and shook his head, blinking his eyes behind his thick glasses. “My grandfather?” I prompted. “I don’t know what’s come over me. Let me think . . .oh, yes,” he took a deep breath and said slowly, “I’m so sorry, my dear. Your grandfather passed away two nights ago. Your mother was, as I’m sure you know, traveling. And . . .your eyes . . . they a