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Show THE SPEED OF LIGHT The three of us are twelve, and it is an era of experimentation, but not necessarily growth. Fenn is doing the hunger experiments, starving himself for days to see if his vision improves. He wants to ditch his glasses so he can look more like Elvis. Fenn does not look like Elvis in any way, and without his glasses he can't even ride a bike. His short hair, the color of sand, pokes out of his head as if to announce: "SURPRISE! Your hair is here!" Butch is a chemist. Earlier this summer, he mixed thirteen household chemicals together and spelled his name in his dog's hide. It was ill-conceived as an experiment, and a failure, even in his own eyes, because his German shepherd is named Tiny, and everyone who sees the broad white letters calls the dog Butch. I told Butch it was okay, because he is, in a way, helping his brothers and sisters learn to read. |
