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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 141 "Naw. He doesn't go to many things like this." "Butch is dropping out of school," my little brother Bobby says. He's sneaked up behind me and rubs the leg of my cordouroys. "He is?" "No, he's not!" I say to my mother. "Bobby doesn't know anything." "Roto said so!" "Roto's a dope." 2 "Is Butch dropping out of school?" "I don't know anything about Butch. He's confused me all summer," Fenn says. Fenn is wearing his glasses again. They're not his old glasses but new ones he bought for school. The frames are little chrome girders and they make Fenn look ready for the new age. I don't know if he ever found out that the cardboard baseball goggles were made using his old lenses; I doubt it. The goggles now dangle from the nose of the B-52 suspended from the ceiling in his room. And I don't actually know what made him decide on wearing glasses after this wild summer of banging his head against things. It might have been when we went downtown on Butch's birthday to see "The Sinking of the Bismarck" which wasn't as good as the song, and then Fenn talked us into going across the |