August 19th John,
Andrew, and I left for Charleston—beastly hot. Andrew was a bit withdrawn and
nervous but not an inordinate amount. We had spent the last two weeks buying
linens, socks, towels, toiletries etc. We struggled to get a box packed and
mailed. There was a lot of me trying to stay out of the way but being concerned
because things were not being done, but in the end, we did get it shipped. Charleston
was beautiful—very hot. The Citadel seemed okay—what Andrew was looking for—a
lot of structure and small classes. But alas, it was not meant to be.
We left
feeling comfortable with a little nag in the back of my head, and even had a
letter from Andrew mid-week that sounded good.
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