The day before Thanksgiving, Curly came over to see me. I’d been sitting on the porch, hating the idea of Thanksgiving with The Whole Family tomorrow. So I was feeling pretty sorry for myself all in all. Just this past Monday, I’d gotten glasses, too. I’d asked for contacts for Christmas when what I’d really wanted was music, music, and more music and the stuff you play it on.
My dad said, “We’ll see.”
So I was pretty miserable and not expecting much. Anyhow I wasn’t unhappy to see my little neighbor, still pudgy, come plodding over to see me. We don’t get a lot of snow where we live, and the sun, though thin, was struggling to shine. Curly’s walk was not a happy one this time, either.
Curly plopped down beside me and snuggled up to me. His face looked like he’d been crying. I knew that
