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Show 32 Quietly I dressed, stealthily crept into the kitchen, took the chair at the kitchen table with the perfect view. To disguise my disgusting intentions, I propped up a book and waited for the show to begin. Patiently I waited, then less patiently, then impatiently. Her window blind was as unmoving as a rock wall. I started reading, got cramped, got up for a drink and to move my legs before gangrene set in, then ran back to the window. The immovable blind. My eyes watered watching it, and then I tried something, went out the back door and slunk around under the window, a closer and better view, but I felt so much like a convict flattened against the prison wall with a searchlight that I scurried back inside. Getting bored, I had started to read, forgetting her, when my father walked into the kitchen and looked at me with surprise. "What are you doing up?" "Just reading. I couldn't sleep," I said, yawning. He looked around the kitchen with a puzzled air, really puzzled when he found nothing wrong. "Well, long as you're up, go get me some kindling," he said, and picked up the crank to shake down the ashes. When I got back her blind was still down, she was probably doing it to spite me, and I went into the front room to finish my book. When I was called to breakfast I passed the kitchen window and saw that her blind was up and the bed empty. I was eating breakfast when I realized that I had gotten up an hour early. "What's wrong?" Dad asked. "Nothing." I was trying to keep from choking. "I swallowed wrong." "Looked like you swallowed that whole biscuit," said Fanny. "Shut up," I said. "Plus the egg you already had in your mouth," said Tina. "Shut up!" |
