Edgar Derby
The Gentle Teacher Executed for a Teapot
I just wanted a cup of tea.
You won’t remember me, but I was somebody once—Edgar Derby, civics teacher, husband, fool. I believed in rules, in fairness, in the quiet dignity of a man doing his part. Then they put me in a boxcar, dropped fire from the sky, and I reached for something—anything—solid in all that ruin. I found a teapot. That was enough.
What I'm Into: a proper cup of tea, the sound of silence before a raid, prison camp cigarettes, young Billy Pilgrim's stories, what’s left of decency
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