Home Away From HomeChapter 2
I was named Henry Edson by my mother, but I was known outside our home as Hank King. Of course, not having any experience to compare this to, it made absolutely no difference to me. Even Dad called me Hank, but Mom invariably called me Henry. Up until I was about 12 years old, I did nothing but fool around and do odd jobs that the overseers thought that a young boy could handle. However, one day, an overseer showed up at our house and ordered me to follow him. It seemed that I was headed for...