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Show WHY WE CRY PART I: THE ALL STAR Today my mother wants to give me grief, why do I have to have only one friend. I'm on my bicycle, leaning on one foot. She's sweeping the porch, asking me why I only have one main friend. I tell her I have Fenn as a friend. But, she says right back, I'm not always going down to Fenn's morning, noon, and night. I'm always going down to Butch's, even to sleep out. She wants to know if I think having one main friend when there are so many kids around is a good idea. My hands are on the handlebars. My left foot is up on that pedal. I don't know what to make out of her question. I wouldn't know a good idea if it came driving down Emery Street. I'm looking at my fenderless front tire, the worn square tread, and I pick a couple of little rocks out of the tread. My mother is going to be finished sweeping in ten seconds and I'd better do something. If I don't say something she is going to refer to my |