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Show Twisters . . . 26 EIGHT O'CLOCK Arthur and I flipped on the TV as soon as we got back to my house. He chucked the sack containing his clean socks and Fruit-of-the-Loom underwear onto the sofa, then stretched out there himself. "Channel 5 or 10-11?" I asked. "Ten-eleven." I moved his feet and sat down next to him. I could hear Mom out in the kitchen, sewing away on Grandma Hatch's birthday dress. Click-clack. Clickety-clack. Fast, then slow, then a long, humming stretch where Mom gunned it for all she was worth, Arthur made one of his terrific accelerating noises and we both doubled up. The TV show had already started, but that never bothers Arthur and me when we're watching something funny. Like when it's "Laverne and Shirley" or "Happy Days" you can tune in any old time, it doesn't matter. We watched awhile. As usual, when the commercial came on I went to the kitchen for some potato chips. I couldn't believe what I saw in there. The curtains at the kitchen window were blowing straight in. It looked like a cartoon drawing! "Hey!" I shouted for Mom to look. "Isn't that crazy7" I leaned over the sink to peer out, but superbreeze nearly flattened me. "Would you close that please?" Mom said. "It's suffocate or blow away, one or the other. You put your bike in the garage, I hope." "Yup." I opened the cupboard where we kept the chips. |
