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"
Go
ahead
,
Charlie
.
Go
sit
down
and
look
at
your
comic
book
.
We
got
to
get
back
to
work
.
"
Charlie
nods
and
smiles
,
and
pulls
the
comic
book
out
of
his
back
pocket
.
He
smooths
it
out
,
and
puts
it
on
his
head
as
a
make
-
believe
hat
.
Frank
laughs
and
Gimpy
fi
nally
smiles
.
"
Go
on
,
you
big
baby
,
"
snorts
Gimpy
.
"
Go
sit
down
there
until
Mr
.
Donner
wants
you
.
"
Charlie
smiles
at
him
and
goes
back
to
the
flour
sacks
in
the
corner
near
the
mixing
machines
.
He
likes
to
lean
back
against
them
while
he
sits
on
the
floor
cross
-
legged
and
looks
at
the
pictures
in
his
comic
book
.
As
he
starts
to
turn
the
pages
,
he
feels
like
crying
,
but
he
doesn
’
t
know
why
.
What
is
there
to
feel
sad
about
?
The
fuzzy
cloud
comes
and
goes
,
and
now
he
looks
forward
to
the
pleasure
of
the
brightly
colored
pictures
in
the
comic
book
that
he
has
gone
through
thirty
,
forty
times
.
He
knows
all
of
the
figures
in
the
comic
—
he
has
asked
their
names
over
and
over
again
(
of
almost
everyone
he
meets
)
—
and
he
under
stands
that
the
strange
forms
of
letters
and
words
in
the
white
balloons
above
the
figures
means
that
they
are
saying
something
.
Would
he
ever
learn
to
read
what
was
in
the
balloons
?
If
they
gave
him
enough
time
—
if
they
didn
’
t
rush
him
or
push
him
too
fast
—
he
would
get
it
.
But
no
body
has
time
.
Charlie
pulls
his
legs
up
and
opens
the
comic
book
to
the
first
page
where
the
Batman
and
Robin
are
swinging
up
a
long
rope
to
the
side
of
a
building
.
Someday
,
he
de
cides
,
he
is
going
to
read
.
And
then
he
will
be
able
to
read
the
story
.
He
feels
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
and
he
looks
up
.
It
is
Gimpy
holding
out
the
brass
disc
and
chain
,
letting
it
swing
and
twirl
around
so
that
it
catches
the
light
.
"
Here
,
"
he
says
gruffly
,
tossing
it
into
Charlie
’
s
lap
,
and
then
he
limps
away
.
.
.
.
I
never
thought
about
it
before
,
but
that
was
a
nice
thing
for
him
to
do
.
Why
did
he
?
Anyway
,
that
is
my
memory
of
the
time
,
clearer
and
more
complete
than
any
thing
I
have
ever
experienced
before
.
Like
looking
out
of
the
kitchen
window
early
when
the
morning
light
is
still
gray
.
I
’
ve
come
a
long
way
since
then
,
and
I
owe
it
all
to
Dr
.
Strauss
and
Professor
Nemur
,
and
the
other
people
here
at
Beekman
.
But
what
must
Frank
and
Gimpy
think
and
feel
now
,
seeing
how
I
’
ve
changed
?
April
22
