It made Charles and me feel better. We have not been back in the woods, but we passed by Mister Lordnorth’s store one Saturday. We were in Papa’s wagon. We ducked down when Papa drove by the store. I have not had any bad dreams about the woods anymore. Mama said we should stop talking about it, but Charles is still bragging about what a hero he was in the woods. Nobody believes him except Jeff Brown. Anyway, I’m writing to tell you about the essay contest—it’s almost time. Everybody is excited and a little scared because Miss Battle is making us read our essays in front of the class. Arma Jean, Cleveland, Charles, and I have been working on our essays all week. Charles keeps trying to see what I wrote about, but he won’t let me near his paper. Arma Jean is writing about her mama’s new washing machine. Cleveland is writing about some trees he read about in the Bible. Charles says he’s going to write about his trip to New York City, and me, I’m writing about my summer helping you “catch babies.”
