Stuart Allen was not the kind of teenager to attract either attention or popularity in St. Joseph (Mo.) Central High School. He was too selfconscious, too meticulously dressed, too fussily precise in his speech. His sophomore classmates thought of him simply as a grind with honor grades and a grind's liking for music, books and such unfashionable pastimes as mah-jongg.
But Stuart knew there was something else which set him apart from the others. He talked about it once to his father, the rector of Christ Episcopal Church. His father just laughed. One...
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