I roll the ball between the fingers, the bottom of the pocket. E 'my favorite, I always with me.
My brother Maurice is waiting, sitting on the sidewalk. As always, socks, accordion, says Dad. E' smart Maurice, I have already drawn seven times and I always failure. With the balls you have forfeited the pockets came like two balloons. I can barely walk, gutter balls and I is just the latest, preferred. Maurice
protest: "What are you waiting? I do not want to stay on his ass until tomorrow ... "I decide
. In the palm of my hand the ball flickers. Pull with your eyes open.
was destroyed. Now we go home. I turn my head to see me crying not because it Maurice.
"Stop whining," says Maurice. A shot with the sleeve of her smock and I have dry cheeks.
Maurice gives me a nudge. "Get stupid". I look at him and take the ball to me returns.
Tomorrow, in the schoolyard, through this, I win a lot and take it away from her. Mica has to believe that those damn twenty-four months are enough to give him more right to lay down the law! After all, I have ten years!
protest: "What are you waiting? I do not want to stay on his ass until tomorrow ... "I decide
. In the palm of my hand the ball flickers. Pull with your eyes open.
was destroyed. Now we go home. I turn my head to see me crying not because it Maurice.
"Stop whining," says Maurice. A shot with the sleeve of her smock and I have dry cheeks.
Maurice gives me a nudge. "Get stupid". I look at him and take the ball to me returns.
Tomorrow, in the schoolyard, through this, I win a lot and take it away from her. Mica has to believe that those damn twenty-four months are enough to give him more right to lay down the law! After all, I have ten years!
- A bag of marbles from , Joseph Joffe -
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