Because we believed that Owen was nearly weightless, we refused to believe what our arms told us-that he was not at the end of the rope. Noah's academic difficulties had caused him to repeat a year; Simon's first year had been smoother, probably because it thrilled Simon to have Noah demoted to his grade in school. PUT ME DOWN! he would say in a strangled, emphatic falsetto. I have to smile back at her wicked smile.
I never knew what Owen got for Christmas, but it occurred to me that if his parents hadn't even wait Dan ain't on my route, the glum mailman said. With a number-one rating, Owen was sure, he would be assigned a combat arms designator -Infantry, Armor, or Artillery. It's shit, all of it, said Hester.
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