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1234567890 10.7.98
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are writing a story. I sent her away to get a chair.
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its my turn now and now what are you doing
HGBNMASDFGHJKLWERTYUIOP----------------kidstuff
how old are you Terrioues?
five
five? are you big for your age?
erica's five and I'm bigger than her
but boys, are you bigger than the other boys in kindergarten?
yeah, 'cept for two girls, they twins.
Bad Day For A Good Boy 10.4.98
Dangerous times when the little stuff causes chinks in the armor--the serious and disappointed pout of Terrioues Black as he holds onto the support post and looks out over Dumaine. Dressed in miniature chino pants, rolled up to
show low heeled dress shoes over white socks. A blue and white striped dress shirt tucked in neatly. Sunday best. Terrioues (Terry-ahs) is staying by Mama D off and on these days. Several weeks ago he came with us to the movies and sat next to me for the Disney flick, Mulan. At eight or nine-years-old, he seemed to have a decent sense of humor, and was fairly managable. He began talking at conversational volume when the movie began but when I told him he could not do that, he stopped, and only made occasional, entirely appropriate comments throughout the movie. It always amazes me when children are good.
"So I don't know Terrioues," I said, after young Glynn explained who was going today. "That's six grown boys plus me in that little car, I don't think I can fit another boy."
This is the second time he's wanted to go that I have been forced to exclude him. He looks very lonely up on this porch, twirling himself around the support post, nodding to my words.
" I mean I'd rather take you than some of those older boys because you act better than they do but they been doing this longer than you so they get to go first. But you stick around because maybe one of them will do something bad before we leave and then you could go in their place." Sounds like a lot of maybes and ifs even to me.
But I can't be showing too much preferential treatment to a new kid (from the D clan, or otherwise) because he will be punished for it by the older kids, who know there's only so much attention given out at LeBlanc House (especially from
that grumpy old white man, Mr. Jim), and we were here first, so...tough luck kiddo.
Terrioues waits on the opposite curb with Erica, until the last minute, remembering what I said about not losing hope. He looks at me and I shake my head as the six boys cram themselves into the car. Terrioues stares back and I'm not sure he's getting it, but then he lowers his head, and runs away to disappear in the alleyway alongside Mama D's house.