Ronnie Malenfant

“Fuck him,” Ronnie Malenfant said while we were on our way to breakfast one day—he’d just said hello to Jones and Jones had simply crutched his way past without even a nod. He’d been muttering under his breath, though; we all heard it. “Crippled-up hopping asshole.” That was Ronnie, always sympathetic.

The connected Hearts in Atlantis narratives trace Ronnie Malenfant from the narrator's college circle to Sully's Vietnam recollections.

… had been hero-bound too, and now oh hey look at this, Ronnie Malenfant was a murderer, the kid Sully had been so afraid of back in the old days had saved his life and been blinded, and Sully himself was lying on the floor of a helicopter with his guts waving in the breeze. As Art Linkletter always said, it just proved that people are funny. Somebody kill me, he had screamed on that bright and terrible afternoon. Somebody shoot …

The connected Hearts in Atlantis narratives trace Ronnie Malenfant from the narrator's college circle to Sully's Vietnam recollections.