Jeff is a free citizen and if he wanted to make an utter fool of himself neglecting school and losing sleep over an upholstered groundhog that was his business. He's been needing it-I think he's some sort of a radical. By the time we were sure, it was almost too late. 'Sam! Sam!' He grabbed his hand, pounded him on the back, and yelled at him the affectionate insults that sentimental men use in attempting to cover up their weakness.
Don't look at me-the last I saw Mother had him by the hand, walking up the hill here. Over on that side, toward the Sun, we're seeing by short radiations stretched to visibility. At the other end lies, perhaps, an old man someplace in the nineteen-eighties. Lake Michigan was a darker band of darkness on her right.
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