* * "You weren't sure why you used to look forward to going. You were just as much an outcast there as you were at home. Maybe the difference was that in Quanochataug you could put a label on it. In Quanochataug, you were one of the summer people, and the townies' kids looked down on all the rich summer people who breezed in for the season and then went away again. Maybe it was easier being singled out for that than because of some other, more indefinable quality; it was easier being disliked for where you came from than for who you were." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*