A day after the funeral, Joey and I were lounging under the magnolia tree playing marbles. Kids in different places play the game in different ways; the way we played it you draw a circle in the dirt, put your marbles inside it (5 per player), and, if a player can knock a marble out, then he (no girls allowed--ick!) can keep it.
For a warm summer morning, we were quite content; the laziness of it all was very nice.
We were playing (truth be told, I was winning, hands down), when we heard a faint mewing noise. Joey heard it first.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, looking up at me.
"No," I said. "Stop distracting me."
"No, really," he said, "I heard a noise. Come with me."
Sunday, 9 August 2009
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