Which she had misused seven times in a single English class. Mr. Vanderleun backed her up, and we had to go to the dictionary, and then because I was right Mr. Vanderleun got all purple and hush-voiced, and his stump waggled in fury, and by the time the whole thing was over the period had ended. ...
It made me understand the whole mount-your-kill’s-head-on-a-wall-plaque theory of design. Antlers and the like. Hardest part: finding a cab that would take us downtown. A bus seemed too exposed. The train out of the question. A lumbering slow learner, a small kid with a fr...