Speaker 1: You were listening to Strawberry Spring, based on a short
Speaker 1: story by Stephen King. M M, watch out, I know, Henry,
Speaker 1: it's just hard to see through the fog. Where are
Speaker 1: those lights coming from? There? Right in my mirror? I
Speaker 1: can barely see Mom, Look out over here. This one's
Speaker 1: still alive. Grab the stretcher, give me Patty Angry two three.
Speaker 1: We had one boy here. It looks like fourteen to
Speaker 1: sixteen years of age. Car accident. He suffered lacerations on
Speaker 1: his face and blunt force trauma to his head. Hurry up,
Speaker 1: we're losing him. He's having a seizure. How much longer
Speaker 1: I don't know. And this soap five maybe ten minutes,
Speaker 1: I don't know. Just step on it. He's awake, doctor, Henry.
Speaker 1: Can you hear me, he's moving. Don't try to speak.
Speaker 1: I tried to sit up, but my head was splitting.
Speaker 1: I could hear people running around the room, but somehow
Speaker 1: I remained calm, like I was a drift at sea, Henry,
Speaker 1: just not if you can hear me. I barely had
Speaker 1: the strength to move, let alone talk. Everything was a blur,
Speaker 1: but room came into focus just long enough for me
Speaker 1: to see my arms bandaged. My right leg was broken.
Speaker 1: I had no idea how serious my injuries were. Nurse
Speaker 1: and give him something for the pain. He's gonna need
Speaker 1: to rest. I couldn't stay away long enough to follow
Speaker 1: what was going on. I passed out. He's going to sleep. Awhile, nurse,
Speaker 1: please make a note in his chart. He was able
Speaker 1: to follow some basic command. I drifted in and out
Speaker 1: of consciousness. Shadows and light passed over me one morning,
Speaker 1: or it could have been night, I don't remember. I
Speaker 1: heard the door open. I wasn't sure at first, but
Speaker 1: there was the silhouette of a man watching me. He
Speaker 1: wandered into the room and hovered about me like some
Speaker 1: kind of spirit. Dead said you. The shape just stood
Speaker 1: there staring down at me. It must have been my
Speaker 1: imagination because it looked like it was crying. Whoever, whatever
Speaker 1: that was, held my hand for a moment as I
Speaker 1: drifted back into the black. Abyss, Good morning, Henry. How
Speaker 1: are you feeling today? Hi? Dr Howard, I'm okay. How
Speaker 1: are your headaches? They seem to be going away good.
Speaker 1: I'm just gonna take a look at your eyes. This
Speaker 1: might be a little bright. Can you follow the light
Speaker 1: for me? Without moving your head good, and everything looks okay.
Speaker 1: The doctor had come to see me regularly over what
Speaker 1: I think was a few days. It's hard to tell,
Speaker 1: but there was something about this time that didn't feel right.
Speaker 1: I could see from the look on his face something
Speaker 1: was wrong, but for whatever reason, I couldn't figure out
Speaker 1: what it was. It was blank, expressionless. Henry, has anyone
Speaker 1: had a chance to talk to you about what's happened? No?
Speaker 1: I know. We were in a car accident, but that's it.
Speaker 1: Are my mother and brother, Okay, Henry, this isn't going
Speaker 1: to be easy to hear. But my mother and brother
Speaker 1: were not okay. In fact, they were dead. Their problems
Speaker 1: were over mine. On the other hand, we're just beginning. Hello,
Speaker 1: it's this thing on am I coming through? This is
Speaker 1: Kevin Hartigan. I'm fourteen years old and I live in
Speaker 1: the New Sharon Home for Boys. I had been staying
Speaker 1: in the New Sharon Home for Boys for about a year.
Speaker 1: I shared a room with a few other teenagers. We
Speaker 1: were all orphans. It was okay, I guess. We read
Speaker 1: comic books in the wreck room. There was a TV
Speaker 1: that we could watch The Lone Ranger on, so that
Speaker 1: was good. In spite of there being a few dozen
Speaker 1: other boys around my age, though I never really made
Speaker 1: what I would call friends with anyone. Kevin was an
Speaker 1: orphan there at the same time. I guess it was
Speaker 1: the closest thing I had to a friend. Hey, Henry, huh,
Speaker 1: headmaster's office. He told me to send you in on
Speaker 1: my way out, So that's what I'm doing. I knew
Speaker 1: the drill by now. I'd head down the hallway, listen
Speaker 1: to what he has to say, then go back to
Speaker 1: my room. But it wasn't his fault. He was just
Speaker 1: doing his job. Come in, Henry, take a seat. You
Speaker 1: wanted to see me, I did. I'm not sure if
Speaker 1: you heard yet, but we have a family coming here
Speaker 1: tomorrow and they're looking to adopt. I know this won't
Speaker 1: be an issue for you, but I have to remind
Speaker 1: everybody to be on their best behavior. You are representing
Speaker 1: the New Sharon Home for Boys, Yes, sir, the New
Speaker 1: Sharon Home for Boys. We called it the New Prison
Speaker 1: Home for Strays. I was fifteen years old by then,
Speaker 1: even I knew no one wanted to adopt a teenager.
Speaker 1: They wanted the younger kids, the ones they could rays
Speaker 1: and mold. Into reflections of themselves. By fifteen, it was
Speaker 1: too late. I was who I was. My record or
Speaker 1: personal history did not work in my favor. The accident
Speaker 1: was referred to as a traumatic event, which is another
Speaker 1: way of saying bad luck. It was what it was,
Speaker 1: and we are who we are. That didn't stop the
Speaker 1: headmaster from trying to convince me I had a shot. Henry,
Speaker 1: my boy, don't get discouraged. Have I ever told you
Speaker 1: about William Bell? I'm not I'm not sure, sir. William
Speaker 1: Bell was a lot like you. He lost both his
Speaker 1: parents in a car accident, had no next of kin.
Speaker 1: If I recall, he was brought in when he was
Speaker 1: thirteen years old. He was afraid of his own shadow.
Speaker 1: If I'm not mistaken. He was eventually adopted and moved
Speaker 1: to Maine. It's a beautiful state, but it can get
Speaker 1: cold in the winter. He rose above his own adversity
Speaker 1: and chose not to let it get the best of him.
Speaker 1: I'll be damned if he didn't make the most of himself.
Speaker 1: How did he do that, sir? By going to his
Speaker 1: classes and getting good grades, And sure enough, one day,
Speaker 1: it might have been on his seventeenth birthday, he was
Speaker 1: adopted by a couple from Syracuse. I thought she said Maine, right, Maine.
Speaker 1: I may have mixed up where he moved to. But
Speaker 1: what I'm trying to say is don't give up hope.
Speaker 1: The family coming in today could be the right fit
Speaker 1: for you, and you might be the right fit for them.
Speaker 1: Either way. My point is be patient and good things
Speaker 1: will happen for you. You're young, you have your whole
Speaker 1: life ahead of you. Yes, sir, good boy, put her there.
Speaker 1: I shook his hand. I wanted to believe him, but
Speaker 1: all I could think was William Bell spent four years
Speaker 1: of his life waiting for someone to adopt him. I
Speaker 1: know he was just trying to be positive. I always
Speaker 1: wondered if there really was a William Bell, or that's
Speaker 1: just the kind of name that circulates among people that
Speaker 1: run these institutions. You've got a powerful grip there, Henry.
Speaker 1: Now do me a favor and send in Weston when
Speaker 1: you get back to your room. I never knew of
Speaker 1: the headmaster genuinely thought someone would adopted me, or if
Speaker 1: he was just trying to keep my hopes. Who knows,
Speaker 1: maybe his hopes up to he seems sad for most
Speaker 1: of us in there. He knew the truth. Saying that
Speaker 1: out loud just made it real. What do you guys
Speaker 1: think anyone got a shot? Maybe if you're under ten. Otherwise,
Speaker 1: no way. What are you doing over there trying to
Speaker 1: tie my necktie? Yeah it looks great if you're making
Speaker 1: a noose and you give me a hand. I never
Speaker 1: learned how to time with your dad never showed you. No,
Speaker 1: he went to Korea. He died before he ever had
Speaker 1: a chance. Sorry, here I'll show you. This is how
Speaker 1: my dad taught me. Picture in your house, a cat
Speaker 1: and a mouse. As the cat naps, the mouse scurries passed,
Speaker 1: cat awaits, and a chase takes place. Cat jumps, with
Speaker 1: dinner in sight, around the chair, not once, but twice.
Speaker 1: As the mouse highs, the cat looks inside wiggle ism
Speaker 1: might boardcat is stuck tight. Hey that's pretty good. Thanks, Yeah,
Speaker 1: no problem, But you still don't have a shot. I
Speaker 1: sat in the waiting area, lined with wood paneled walls,
Speaker 1: staring straight ahead. The longer I looked at the wood grain,
Speaker 1: the more I thought I saw images embedded in it.
Speaker 1: One by one, my fellow orphans and I sat on
Speaker 1: the bench as each one of us entered the Headmaster's office.
Speaker 1: We slipped down the bench, one seed closer to going
Speaker 1: to a new home. We sat, We waited. We were
Speaker 1: all quiet. It's not that we couldn't talk to each other,
Speaker 1: but there wasn't anything to say. Everyone knew what was
Speaker 1: going on inside that office. Judgment day. Finally the headmaster
Speaker 1: opened the door. Henry, come on in and meet Mr
Speaker 1: and Mrs Current. I got up and started walking. It
Speaker 1: was about a fifteen foot walk. I knew that because
Speaker 1: the square tiles on the floor were one foot each.
Speaker 1: I counted as I walked, mostly trying to call my nerves.
Speaker 1: Two three. It might as well have been a mile.
Speaker 1: I've read that prisoners on death row, I think the
Speaker 1: last walk to the electric chair feels like a mile.
Speaker 1: This could have felt longer. It didn't matter though. An
Speaker 1: hour and a half waiting in the hallway and I
Speaker 1: finally got my chance. Would it be a stay of
Speaker 1: execution or not? That was the question. M hm, Henry,
Speaker 1: please meet the Currents. This was the first time I
Speaker 1: had met a family that was looking to adopt. I'll
Speaker 1: never forget it. She wore a yellow dress with her
Speaker 1: hair pinned up. He had broke cream and his hair
Speaker 1: that smell is impossible to forget, strong and citruous. I
Speaker 1: instantly thought of my father. He used to wear it,
Speaker 1: and when I give him a hug, a scent when
Speaker 1: right up my nose. He had a tie on. And
Speaker 1: I guess they were as nervous as I was, because
Speaker 1: he made some small talk. Nice to meet you. It's
Speaker 1: a pleasure to meet you too, Henry, Hey, nice tie.
Speaker 1: I hated him already. We both knew it was a
Speaker 1: shitty tie to make matters worse. It wasn't even tied well.
Speaker 1: I could tell they were an East Coast type of family,
Speaker 1: probably came from money. There were the types that tried
Speaker 1: really hard to have a baby, but it never really
Speaker 1: happened for them. How long have you been here at
Speaker 1: the Boys Home? About a year and a half. I
Speaker 1: came here right after my family, like many of the
Speaker 1: boys here in the home, Henry's family had an accident,
Speaker 1: and we were fortunate enough to have him join the
Speaker 1: rest of our fine, upstanding young men. As I was saying,
Speaker 1: right after my family died, Mrs Karrent had a sadness
Speaker 1: in her eyes that reminded me of my own mother.
Speaker 1: When I looked at her, I felt like she had
Speaker 1: already given up on having a baby. Adoption was her
Speaker 1: only hope, and even though she was polite, I could
Speaker 1: tell I was not going to be offering her the
Speaker 1: hope she was looking for. I didn't think any of
Speaker 1: the boys at the home wood. She needed to find
Speaker 1: some young girl from a nice family that got in
Speaker 1: trouble and couldn't deal with the scandal, send her to
Speaker 1: her grandparents for the school year, and come home good
Speaker 1: as new, minus a baby. So tell us about yourself. Um, okay,
Speaker 1: I like comic books and listening to the radio. I'm
Speaker 1: pretty good at school. What classes do you like? English? Really? Yeah?
Speaker 1: One day. I hope to be a writer. That's good.
Speaker 1: It's good to have something to work towards. Henry's being modest.
Speaker 1: He's one of our best students here. Thank you, sir.
Speaker 1: After that, we made some more small talk, and fifteen
Speaker 1: minutes later I went back to being an orphan. I
Speaker 1: didn't know what meeting them would be like, but I
Speaker 1: was pretty sure I didn't pass the audition. After leaving
Speaker 1: the Currents, I figured i'd take a walk about the grounds.
Speaker 1: Being an orphan is hard enough, but the Boy's Home
Speaker 1: was crowded. Sometimes the only way to get any space
Speaker 1: was to go outside. I thought about Mrs Curran. Even
Speaker 1: though I didn't have any illusions about getting adopted, I
Speaker 1: wondered what it would be like if shows my mother
Speaker 1: hearing about teenagers getting adopted. It was like a fairy tale,
Speaker 1: like Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy. It just wasn't really.
Speaker 1: The only thing you have in this world is which
Speaker 1: you can see, touch, taste and feel. Walking around was
Speaker 1: the only thing that felt real to me. It's the
Speaker 1: first time I realized it helped me clear my head.
Speaker 1: It still does. As my feet crushed the dried leaves
Speaker 1: on the ground, I saw something moved behind the trees.
Speaker 1: At first I thought it was a shadow, but then
Speaker 1: I saw what I thought was a man who seemed
Speaker 1: to be watching him. I moved towards him, but he
Speaker 1: ducked behind a hedge of vines and facing streets. I
Speaker 1: sped up. I was running after him before I knew it.
Speaker 1: The man was fast. He was more of a shadow
Speaker 1: of figure that I couldn't make out. I stopped to
Speaker 1: catch my breath, and for a split second his face turned.
Speaker 1: I guessed he looked just like my father. I saw
Speaker 1: my breath in the cold air and started to run
Speaker 1: after him again. This time I was faster, passing one
Speaker 1: tree after another until I caught up. It was only
Speaker 1: a shadow. It was March and the spring colors were bright.
Speaker 1: The sun blinded me and my head started to pound.
Speaker 1: The world started to spend. I lost consciousness and fell back. Hey,
Speaker 1: there's someone over here behind the statute because some lights
Speaker 1: over here. Jesus, it's another body. This one's a guy
Speaker 1: Christ He's alive. Yeah, help him up? Where am i? Hey? Kid,
Speaker 1: joined the middle of a quiet You want to explain
Speaker 1: what you're doing here? I was. I was walking to
Speaker 1: my girlfriend's apartment when I got dizzy and passed out.
Speaker 1: What were you doing out after Curkfield? It wasn't after
Speaker 1: curfew when I started walking. Look, I don't know how
Speaker 1: long I was out for. What time is it? It's
Speaker 1: just after I love him? Do you have any I
Speaker 1: d here? I'm Henry Dennon. Captain Spencer won't want to,
Speaker 1: but he can vouch for me. One of them walked
Speaker 1: back to their patrol car and called it in the
Speaker 1: other stayed with me, shining a flashlight in my face.
Speaker 1: Do you mind turning that away. It's pretty bright. How
Speaker 1: about you stay quiet until you check out. I looked around.
Speaker 1: That's when I realized I passed down the middle of
Speaker 1: the quad, right behind a statue of Deborah Sampson, a
Speaker 1: Massachusetts woman who disguised herselves as a man to serve
Speaker 1: in the Continental Army during the Revolutionary War. Just for
Speaker 1: a moment, I could have sworn she came to life,
Speaker 1: musket in hand. She aimed the barrel at me and
Speaker 1: looked like she was about to shoot. I wondered if
Speaker 1: the cops didn't miss their chance. They have a man
Speaker 1: dressed as a woman. Maybe then they could have caused
Speaker 1: radio jack. If he checks out, we're gonna let him go.
Speaker 1: Thank you, officers. Don't thank me, pal, You're lucky to
Speaker 1: Captain knows you. If it was up to me, I
Speaker 1: would have clubbed you over the head and dragged you
Speaker 1: into the station. Do yourself a favor and goes straight
Speaker 1: to your girlfriend's place. If we find you out again
Speaker 1: after curfew, you're getting arrested. I don't care who you know.
Speaker 1: Got it got it good? I get the hell out.
Speaker 1: Are Hey, Henry Waite up? I thought that was you?
Speaker 1: What are you doing out here at this hour? I
Speaker 1: can ask you the same. I'm just finishing the lace
Speaker 1: shift at the station, late shift. I thought you were
Speaker 1: the morning guy, morning, noon, night. I'm here whenever you
Speaker 1: need to hear me. Hey, what's going on with the
Speaker 1: cops back there? They're giving you a hard time? Kind
Speaker 1: of but not really, thankfully, Captain Spencer vouch for me. Well,
Speaker 1: that's good. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right,
Speaker 1: something like that. You know, I'm not sure if you're
Speaker 1: turned around, but this isn't the way back to the dorms.
Speaker 1: I'm on my way to Rachel's. I'll never understand what
Speaker 1: she's sees in you. You're a lucky guy. I've never
Speaker 1: been able to keep a long term relationship. Something always
Speaker 1: gets in the way, like what I'm not quite sure,
Speaker 1: but maybe one day you'll help me figure it out. Maybe.
Speaker 1: Until then, this is where I go left and you
Speaker 1: go right. I gotta crash you on the morning shift.
Speaker 1: Like I said, morning, noon, and night. If you're listening,
Speaker 1: I'm there for you, you know, keep you company on
Speaker 1: these long foggy nights. You know how, I know you're
Speaker 1: perfect for radio, know how He's spewing an endless dream
Speaker 1: of bullshit. You have no idea. So after Captain spends
Speaker 1: her vouch for me, they let me go, and here
Speaker 1: I am. Thank god they didn't arrest you. Keep telling
Speaker 1: you it's for seat coming up here after curfew. No
Speaker 1: I know, but by the time I finished at the
Speaker 1: papers late. Plus, I don't want you to be here alone.
Speaker 1: If you don't have to be here, what does bring
Speaker 1: me help Jack caught you out, then i'd be the
Speaker 1: first guy that kills. So far, I think I'm safe. Well,
Speaker 1: you're here now, that's all that matters. Let's try to
Speaker 1: get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day. I laid down
Speaker 1: next to Rachel. There was just enough moonlight creeping into
Speaker 1: the room to remind me how beautiful she was, especially
Speaker 1: when she was sleeping. I closed my eyes and shut
Speaker 1: out the light. The only rest I could get was
Speaker 1: when I was in complete darkness. But Rachel was wrong
Speaker 1: about one thing. Tomorrow wouldn't be just another day for
Speaker 1: Hannah Gray. Can we hear anything now about the weather,
Speaker 1: like what like when is this ship gonna let up?
Speaker 1: I can tell you right now if we have a
Speaker 1: snowballs chance in helly catching this guy it ain't gonna
Speaker 1: be in the middle of this flock, that's for sure. Yeah,
Speaker 1: at least it's quiet out here, other than your irish yest,
Speaker 1: not like a hair of the crickets. Fuck is that ice?
Speaker 1: And mean with your flashlight? Would you funk? Don't move?
Speaker 1: Don't move? What do you mean? Don't move? Help me up?
Speaker 1: Would you? What is that on me? Is that it's blood?
Speaker 1: That night they found Hannah Gray's head. It was split
Speaker 1: in two, with one half on the north side of
Speaker 1: the quad and the other half on the south side.
Speaker 1: The kill was so precise her glasses were cut right
Speaker 1: down the middle. Another night had passed, another girl was dead.
Speaker 1: Spring heel Jack was like a spark on the horizon.
Speaker 1: You could see it just long enough to know you
Speaker 1: can't catch it. I sat next to Anne. We were
Speaker 1: both sobering up finding ahead. We'll do that to you.
Speaker 1: Oh do you think we'll have to wait here? Beats me?
Speaker 1: You probably until they get all the paperwork done. You know,
Speaker 1: if you told me I'd be coming back to New
Speaker 1: Sharon in nineteen seventy six to investigate spring heeled Jack,
Speaker 1: I wouldn't have believed you. I get that if you
Speaker 1: told me while I was back here, you and I
Speaker 1: would make amends. I would have told you you're crazy.
Speaker 1: I get that too, Henry. If you would have told
Speaker 1: me we'd find the head of a victim in the
Speaker 1: same exact spot where Chelseie Spencer's head was found, I'd
Speaker 1: tell you that spring heel Jack was back yes, and
Speaker 1: closed her eyes. It was all too much for her.
Speaker 1: I think she was able to block it out when
Speaker 1: she moved away. The murder the book me coming back
Speaker 1: here resolve too much. As for me. I sat next
Speaker 1: to her on the bench in the hall. She leaned
Speaker 1: her head on my shoulder, as much out of affection
Speaker 1: as exhaustion, or maybe she was just drunk. I watched
Speaker 1: everyone run back and forth, one by one. They'd hurry
Speaker 1: into Chief Spencer's office. They'd exited just as fast as
Speaker 1: they entered. We waited, just like at the Boy's home.
Speaker 1: Sit and wait your turn. Your time will come. Just
Speaker 1: be patient. But what if I didn't want to be
Speaker 1: patient anymore? What if my time had come and gone?
Speaker 1: Dat right? Asses in here now, Jesus Christ, let's go.
Speaker 1: Why am I nervous? We didn't do anything wrong. Some
Speaker 1: authority figures you never outgrow What is this? Is this
Speaker 1: some kind of sick joke? What do you mean? You
Speaker 1: know what I mean? He placed her in the same
Speaker 1: exact spot as check. You know where she was, And
Speaker 1: now we have a new victim. Her parents were already contacted.
Speaker 1: They're identifying her right now. Jesus, Jesus is right. Do
Speaker 1: you know how hard it was to make that call?
Speaker 1: Do you? I can only imagine. I'm sorry you had
Speaker 1: to be the one to do it. Yeah, well so
Speaker 1: am I. But this stops now. I have John Dancy
Speaker 1: and custody right down the hall. You found him. It
Speaker 1: wasn't hard. He's been living with his mother just outside
Speaker 1: of town. You should see him, strung out on dope.
Speaker 1: He looks like every other junkie, rejected. Do you really
Speaker 1: think he's spring Hill jock. We looked at every suspect
Speaker 1: at the time, he had access, he knew the campus,
Speaker 1: and after he found a carman girl, we never suspected him.
Speaker 1: What about Mma, Laura? We might pick him up again too,
Speaker 1: for questioning. I've had a theory for a long time.
Speaker 1: What if they were in on it together. I'm a
Speaker 1: Laura is in jail. Dancy goes out and kills gives
Speaker 1: him the perfect alibi. Have you ever heard such a thing.
Speaker 1: If I'm Laura and Dancy was somehow orchestrate multiple murders
Speaker 1: across this long of a time span, it would be unprecedented.
Speaker 1: It would explain a lot two different people. One can
Speaker 1: lead a normal life while one kills and vice versa. Hello,
Speaker 1: are you sure? How long? All right? Just give me
Speaker 1: a minute, would you? Are you okay? What is it here?
Speaker 1: We're all gonna need this drink up. What's going on?
Speaker 1: The girl's parents, they're in the hallway. They want to
Speaker 1: come in and talk to me about the case. Don't
Speaker 1: even think about it. You two are mixed up in
Speaker 1: this case more than any two people on earth. You
Speaker 1: think gonna face these parents alone? You've got another thing coming. Now,
Speaker 1: sit down and follow my lead. Don't say anything you
Speaker 1: don't need to. Hi, Please come in, Chief Spencer. Thank
Speaker 1: you for seeing us. We understand you lost your own
Speaker 1: daughter to this this animal. Yeah, I did eight years
Speaker 1: ago this month. It can't be. This is crazy. After
Speaker 1: all these years, they look exactly the same. We need
Speaker 1: to know what you're doing to find the rest of her.
Speaker 1: Believe me, we have every available man on the job
Speaker 1: spring Hill. Jack has a history of leaving the remains
Speaker 1: somewhere on campus, so we will find her, but are
Speaker 1: you going to catch him? We're going to do everything
Speaker 1: we can. If I can introduce you, this is Anne Bray,
Speaker 1: she's here from the Globe to help with the investigation.
Speaker 1: I'm so sorry for your loss. And this is Henry Denton.
Speaker 1: They were both students doing the first wave of killings.
Speaker 1: Henry actually wrote the book on them. You should know.
Speaker 1: I have a suspect and custody right now, and I
Speaker 1: intend on getting a confession out of him in any
Speaker 1: accomplices he may have. They don't remember me. How could
Speaker 1: they nineteen sixty one and was fifteen years ago. I
Speaker 1: sat right across from them in the headmaster's office. She
Speaker 1: has more grain now, but her hair is basically the
Speaker 1: same style. His hairs were seating, but the brille cream.
Speaker 1: I'd know that scent anywhere. I was right about what
Speaker 1: I knew back then. They didn't want to adopt the
Speaker 1: teenage boy. They wanted a baby. They found on Marcia.
Speaker 1: She was two at the time. Now she was seventeen
Speaker 1: years old. They don't remember me, but I remember that
Speaker 1: I didn't feel it at the time. I bet the rejection.
Speaker 1: I can feel it now, emotional memory all coming back.
Speaker 1: Mr and Mrs Curran. I'm sorry to meet you under
Speaker 1: these circumstances. You seem so familiar. Have we met? Do
Speaker 1: I tell them who I am, that I was a
Speaker 1: scared teenager in an orphanage, just looking for a home.
Speaker 1: Do I tell them I wanted parents? Do I tell
Speaker 1: them how sorry I am for their loss? Or do
Speaker 1: I just avert my eyes and sympathize for them? Maybe
Speaker 1: the answer is all of the above. M yeh did it?
Speaker 1: Strawberry Spring Executive produced by Lee Metzker, Jared Gootstat and
Speaker 1: Philip Alberstadt, starring Garrett Headland, My Lot, Ventimilia Horizon, Guardiola,
Speaker 1: Sydney Sweeney, Ken Marino, Al Madrigal and Breck Passenger. Audio
Speaker 1: up in house production by Georgana Black, Franzheim and Laura Ramadan,
Speaker 1: Edited by Carry Caulfield, Eric and Jeremiah Zimmerman. Sound design
Speaker 1: and mixed by Jeremiah Zimmerman, scored by Jeff Peters. Songs
Speaker 1: and music by Jared Gutstat and Jesse Siebenberg. Strawberry Spring
Speaker 1: is published in Stephen King's Short story collection night Shift,
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