“With no more leaves to fall, the trees stood out in bare essential form, forgotten during the summer and now remembered. By noon the yard was swept clean on both sides of the house, and he had carried the trash up from the basement. There was nothing left but to burn the dead leaves and trash together, in the alley. And he could do that whenever he liked. As soon as lunch was over, Robert went upstairs to get his football helmet and jersey. He was almost at the front door when his mother saw hi...m. “Where are you going?” “To play football.” He had done all that his father told him to do. The afternoon belonged to him. It was as good as in his pocket. “The whole gang—” “I want to talk to you a minute.” His mother went on into the living-room and adjusted one of the shades which was not on a line with the others. “Come here,” she said. “What’s the matter?” he demanded suspiciously. “I want to see what makes you bulge so.” “That’s handkerchieves.” “One, two, three, four … So I begin to perceive.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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