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Show 18-5 "I loved it." I tipped my head back and danced out into the lawn, my arms wide, the stars wheeling above me. I fell down and lay on my back watching the sky. Father was pushing the bike into the garage but he stopped and grinned at me. "I thought you might. We'll go again. And maybe we'll get your mother on it too." A thought. The darkness, the cool air, the road leading on into somewhere. I sat up. "Father," I called to him quietly. "Could you take Andrew once? He'd love it. And he never gets out. Please, Father." Father was kneeling by the motorcycle, tying it to the post. I knelt beside him. He turned and smiled at me. "I don't see why not. He could take it out himself. I don't think he could ride piggy-back like you did. He's a mite bigger than you." Then I could go with him. Our street wasn't quite the Nile. But it was a beginning. |