The room was chilly. As the girls put on warm, casual play-clothes, he moved down his pallet to look out the window. Most of the leaves on the trees were orange and yellow, but many were red, which was his favorite. He guessed that Halloween was near.
The air would be brisk and crisp. He went to school in autumn, of course, but today must be a Saturday, judging from the girls’ clothes. When they went downstairs for breakfast, he used the bathroom.
Before Mitt came up with his breakfast, he had taken his bath and was on top of the post. Getting to the top was harder when he was only six, but he had managed, jumping as high as he could and grabbing the top surface with his hands. Then he had pulled himself up, using his feet for what little traction he could get.
Mitt left him his breakfa
