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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 140 up the sleeves, and buckling the belt, I feel better. I actually feel mature. Maybe that was puberty I just passed through. In the mirror, I look like any twelve year old lawyer. My hair is too short to comb, but I comb it anyway, just to see if I look right doing it. "Who was that man?" the song cries. "I'd like to shake his ha-a-and! He made my baby fall in love with me!" I slip right out of my room and head up the stairs and then go back to my room and then go back again to the stairs and finally stop and look at my new shoes. They are slip-ons and have little tassels instead of laces. I return to my room. The pamphlet glows in the dark. Finally I take it up and fold it right in half and stuff it in the back pocket of my new trousers. I button the pocket. Upstairs in the kitchen, my mother looks at me and says "Well!" "Yeah," I say- "Fenn and I are going to walk over to the class party." "Vic, come in here," my mother calls. My father comes in the kitchen. He is carrying my baby brother, Regan. "Say, you look pretty good Larry. What is this, a party?" "Yeah, Fenn and I are going to walk over to the class party." "Isn't Butch going?" |
