Although the statute of limitations had run out, Kearns listened to his terrifying tale.
“I think that is what made him think, ‘I need to do this—to help other people,’” says Kearns.
After months of searching, Kearns tracked down Jonathan Foulk in Atlanta.
Kearns persuaded Jonathan that the other boys, now men, needed closure.
It all began to unravel for Foulk in the studious quiet of Kearns' office.
They crossed the street and paused at the door of Miss Kearns' shop, behind which were her living rooms.
In that case we could take him back and have him handy in case Kearns went bad.
Kearns made a scant yard at guard on the right of the line and time was called.
Miss Kearns was the one soul in Simsbury who understood him.
When they put in Kearns today they had a reason, believe me, Brother.