Mitchell Grout

This is post 2 of Section IV. To begin at the beginning, go here. Section II begins here. Section III begins here. Section IV begins here.

Most people who met him remembered Mitchell, the way they might remember a place where they had stepped in dog droppings.
Gwen put on her hostess voice, used for company and all-purpose defense against the unpleasant. “Of course. Your father and I had dinner with him and his parents just a couple of months ago. He was a classmate of Robert’s, you know.”
“Yes, I remember,” Chloe said. “He was always huddled up in the carrels in the library before tests, praying. Robert said with grades like his you’d think he’d turn atheist, but I always thought he was just doing it so someone would ask him what he was doing and he could tell everyone.”

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