CHAPTER SIX
“Hey, look at the dwarf!”
“Do you think you can get my letter to Santa, elf?”
“Say hi to the ants for me!”
He’d heard them all, plus thousands more that just weren’t quite as memorable. And as he coasted along on the Mississippi River on a small commuter boat, he could hear some of them as clear as day. Several people milled about, mostly locals but a few tourists mingling in. These were older people with no jobs to rush off to, or maybe the few younger folks he saw were just enjoying s quiet morning on the river.
He looked to hide in the midst of normalcy. It helped him to cope, helped him to figure out what was wrong with him.
Even as early as the sixth grade, it had become apparent that he was going to be almost absurdly small. He’d been relentlessly picked on about it
