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I
sat with Heather for a while in front of the television, doing my best to
ignore what was on it. I was going to have to remember to leave the Book
in the sitting room in case I got stuck here a lot and needed something
to do. I hoped no one would think it was rude if I read to myself instead
of participating in the family activities, whatever they turned out to be.
I was a tiny bit curious about what was going to happen to the man on the
television, but I didn’t let myself look up because I could just about
feel Mama smacking me on my hand and saying, “Mary Fred, now you know
better.” So I sat staring at the carpet, which was one of those round
knotted ones, faded and flattened in spots, and tried to think about all
the nice things there would be about living here for a while. I would have
my own room. I would have an opportunity to experience something new. And
maybe if I was here long enough, I could share the Word of the Book with
the Cullisons. |
