CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
DECEMBER 4, 1960
Wow, it’s December, and my eighteenth birthday isn’t far off (December 20). There’s fresh snow on the ground, which is nice to look at, but it would be nicer if there were mountains. I bet the Appalachian Mountains are beautiful right now. My dad and Leland and I used to drive up there for some great adventures. Those memories sure make me miss my life back in Scranton.
Ollie and I have maintained our usual cheery rapport because I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut about the dance recital I witnessed. Snarls has been by only twice since the revolting incident, and I try to go deaf during his visits.
School is so boring I sleep between yawns. My grades need a respirator, and I think the teachers realize I don’t give a flying fart about academia
