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"
Look
,
Dick
,
look
.
"
Danny
was
hunched
over
the
first
of
the
five
battered
primers
Jack
had
dug
up
by
culling
mercilessly
through
Boulder
’
s
myriad
secondhand
bookshops
.
They
would
take
Danny
right
up
to
the
second
-
grade
reading
level
,
a
program
she
had
told
Jack
she
thought
was
much
too
ambitious
.
Their
son
was
intelligent
,
they
knew
that
,
but
it
would
be
a
mistake
to
push
him
too
far
too
fast
.
Jack
had
agreed
.
There
would
be
no
pushing
involved
.
But
if
the
kid
caught
on
fast
,
they
would
be
prepared
.
And
now
she
wondered
if
Jack
hadn
’
t
been
right
about
that
,
too
.
Danny
,
prepared
by
four
years
of
"
Sesame
Street
"
and
three
years
of
"
Electric
Company
,
"
seemed
to
be
catching
on
with
almost
scary
speed
.
It
bothered
her
.
He
hunched
over
the
innocuous
little
books
,
his
crystal
radio
and
balsa
glider
on
the
shelf
above
him
,
as
though
his
life
depended
on
learning
to
read
.
His
small
face
was
more
tense
and
paler
than
she
liked
in
the
close
and
cozy
glow
of
the
goosenecked
lamp
they
had
put
in
his
room
.
He
was
taking
it
very
seriously
,
both
the
reading
and
the
workbook
pages
his
father
made
up
for
him
every
afternoon
.
Picture
of
an
apple
and
a
peach
.
The
word
apple
written
beneath
in
Jack
’
s
large
,
neatly
made
printing
.
Circle
the
right
picture
,
the
one
that
went
with
the
word
.
And
their
son
would
stare
from
the
word
to
the
pictures
,
his
lips
moving
,
sounding
out
,
actually
sweating
it
out
,
And
with
his
double
-
sized
red
pencil
curled
into
his
pudgy
right
fist
,
he
could
now
write
about
three
dozen
words
on
his
own
.
His
finger
traced
slowly
under
the
words
in
the
reader
.
Above
them
was
a
picture
Wendy
half
-
remembered
from
her
own
grammar
school
days
,
nineteen
years
before
.
A
laughing
boy
with
brown
curly
hair
.
A
girl
in
a
short
dress
,
her
hair
in
blond
ringlets
one
hand
holding
a
jump
rope
.
A
prancing
dog
running
after
a
large
red
rubber
ball
.
The
first
-
grade
trinity
.
Dick
,
Jane
,
and
Jip
.
"
See
Jip
run
,
"
Danny
read
slowly
.
"
Run
,
Jip
,
run
.
Run
,
run
,
run
.
"
He
paused
,
dropping
his
finger
down
a
line
.
"
See
the
…
"
He
bent
closer
,
his
nose
almost
touching
the
page
now
.
"
See
the
…
"
"
Not
so
close
,
doc
,
"
Wendy
said
quietly
.
"
You
’
ll
hurt
your
eyes
.
It
’
s
-
"
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
!
"
he
said
,
sitting
up
with
a
jerk
.
His
voice
was
alarmed
.
"
Don
’
t
tell
me
,
Mommy
,
I
can
get
it
!
"
"
All
right
,
honey
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
it
’
s
not
a
big
thing
.
Really
it
’
s
not
.
"
