Chapter 4
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On Saturday morning, at exactly 10:00 am, the doorbell rang. I screamed
"I'll take it" from the bedroom, but mother beat me. she opened the door and I arrived in the living room.
"Good morning, you're Luke ! If it rains, please come by."
“Thank you, Miss Milton,” says luke as he cautiously walks through the front door, creating a puddle on the floor that I know is making her mother secretly hyperventilate. I stand and watch as luke collymore hands my mom a raincoat and an umbrella.
See how this person who knows me in a completely different way crossed that unspoken line and began to know me in a completely different way. My mother wanted him to take off his wet shoes before stepping on her carpet, and she said,
"You can leave her shoes on the carpet." said to him. This is the house he enters without shoes on. When I saw him standing in my living room with his socks on and looking uncomfortable, he realized he had his limits, too.
"Hi Luke," I finally said with a smile. He looked at me and smiled back at me.
"So, uh, come in. I thought we could work at my desk."
"Sure," he muttered, following me as I led him into the dining room. As we sat down, Luke pulled a notebook out of his backpack. I'm sorting out the Columbus books I borrowed from the library.
"So what are we doing, Sweetie?" Daddy yelled so loudly that he suddenly appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Luke frowned and looked at the seat.
"Dad, this is Luke. Luke, this is my father. doing a history project Columbus.”
I try to get him to speak quietly and concisely. Both my father and mother placed great importance on my having a son. I told them no before he got here. i don't even think about Luke I don't think I've ever felt that way with anyone. Luke added, "A hero or a villain."
"Oh. Hmm I'm glad," my father said with a laugh, and went back to the living room.
"Who's Minnie?" Luke whispers.
"Don't listen," I said to him, wide-eyed. "So, have you finished your lunch for the week yet?" he asks. "sorry."
"why?"
"What happened on Monday? at a cafe. I wish I had said something. I should have said something. I hate these people, they are stupid.”
I shrug my shoulders. "Did Luna ask you about the book club?"
he nodded. "You? We need at least six people. Ms. Solace is really nice. She'll let me stay in the library for a week." I probably try to sound cooler than I actually am. I'm here. "I think she'll understand, you know?
"What does she get?"
"You know what's going on. Why do we have such stupid factions and have to follow rules that don't make sense? is withholding.”
We should accept that. You think we all have problems. And even when it's not, you should treat it like it's your problem. But he just looks at me strangely.
"I mean, you understand, right?" I ask him: why couldn't he? i think he did Look at himself, that is, at him. complete geek. Overweight. You do not have friends. "Yes," he said slowly. "got it.” no one ever said that to me.
He's looking at me like that, he's looking at me like never before he told him a big secret he never knew about himself.
"Well, anyway, let's think about it. A book club." I paused and took a deep breath. "So, Columbus?"
"Yes," he says absentmindedly.
"So what do you think?" I try to turn the conversation toward our project and away from this dangerous honesty. "A hero or a villain?"
"I don't know," Luke says still worriedly.
"I read on the Internet that before Columbus there were all sorts of people here. This means that the Indians have apparently always been here. But also Viking. And some were the first to come here from Africa and China as well.”
"Yes, I read it too."
"Columbus did not discover America first, he discovered America last."
Luke says with a laugh. "Yes I agree. "
“And I read all the books in the library." I opened one and slid it over the table to him.
“Did you know that he kidnapped all the people, cut off his ears, nose, etc., and sent them back to the villages to make an example?” I showed him the picture. "They basically got whatever they wanted."
Luke is reading a book together. "That is correct: Food, money... slavery. . r**e. .”
I trembled at the words, but Luke read on.
"It simply meant to force them to bring back a certain amount of gold, which was impossible for anyone. They cut off their hands so that they could bleed to death if they failed. When they ran away, they sent the dog in. 'I'm sick,'
Luke said, looking at me. "Well, I think we have a role as villains, don't we?"
"Yeah, it sucks," he admitted. "Why did we start celebrating Columbus Day?" he smiled. "We should finish our vacation."
"It's true. Just because someone has always been thought to be this great human being, a hero, doesn't mean it's true. Or is he really?" rice field. Luke nods. "that's right."
"Maybe they are really bad people. And no one wants to see him for who he really is. No one wants to believe a lie and see the damage it can do. And It's unfair that people just understand that please don't do such horrible things. Then you will never face the consequences. They just go along with all the believers…”
I paused because I was choking. Looking at Luke's puzzled look, I realized that I probably wasn't talking only about Columbus. "Yes," Luke repeats, "I know, I completely agree."
"OK. Yes yes."
"Hey, do you know what we should do?" Luke asks, his eyes twinkling.
"You'll love this Most Wanted poster of Columbus and all these people. And they want to put their crimes on billboards," he smiles. "What are you thinking?" I laugh back.
"i like that."
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