Pulling Together That evening, a few of Dyamonde’s neighbors stopped by with the first clothing donations. Dyamonde was so excited, she could burst. She called Free to tell him, but he had news of his own. “Bet you could use a few men’s shirts and shoes. How about clothes for little kids? Yup! I got those too,” said Free. “It’s working!” said Dyamonde. “My neighbors started bringing stuff too! Now if only the kids in school pitch in, we’ll have plenty.” “Of course they will,” said Free. “You just watch.” When Dyamonde left for school the following morning, Free was on the stoop waiting, like always. They started walking toward school, going slow so they’d have time to talk. “So what are you gonna do with the clothes once you get them?” Dyamonde looked at Free as if he’d sprouted two heads. “What do you think I’m going to do? Give them to Isabel’s family, of course.” “I know that,” snapped Free. “I mean, what are you going to put them in?
