No Hebrew School. He could do what he liked today. Peter dropped his books on his bed, grabbed his roller skates, and was out of the house before his mother could ask him where he was going. Outside, he sat down on the stoop, quickly strapped on his skates, and skimmed off down the street. Funny how he hadn’t skated for years until a few weeks ago. Whether it was his friend who had decided to start skating again or whether it was his idea, he couldn’t actually remember. But now the two of them skated almost any free afternoon they had, which wasn’t much these days what with cheder every day after school except Friday. Peter zipped around the corner at Boston Road and began picking up speed. “Hey, Peter! Wait up, Peter!” somebody shouted. Reluctantly Peter allowed his skates to decelerate and looked behind him. “Oh hi, Marv,” he said, as Marvin Green lumbered up to him, dragging a long piece of galvanized pipe behind him. “Whatcha got?” Marv’s face was rapturous. “Look,”
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