YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. We learned where to look for the sex magazines, or the dirty pictures: between the mattress and bedspring. Then we were led through the Twenty-third Psalm, as if there were a soul in Gravesend who didn't know it by heart: The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want -and so forth. the part about the guy who fixed the World Series! Debby LaRocca cried.
The Maiden Hill Road was dark; there were still some emergency-road-repair cones and unlit flares off Although we saved our most ritualized attacks on him for Sunday school, we also lifted him up at other times-more spontaneously. My line of work, it seemed to me, was reading; my ambitions extended no further than to my choice of reading material. Meany was a long time answering my knock on the door.
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