In The Dead of Night
It is perhaps understandable that Michael Chapman learned about love from the only teacher to ever read his mind, to touch his heart — indeed, to reach his very soul. It was prescient that she did so only when the rest of his world was asleep, blanketed in the anonymity of each day’s darkest hours. For it was during these times that he felt most alone, most vulnerable. Michael, the sixth and youngest sibling of a suburban, lower middle-class family was by nature reclusive and introspective....