""Is it about the book? and when it in 1911 clack.
He had asked his mother where the bird came from and when she said Africa he had understood it was doomed to die in the cage where it lived, far away from wherever God had meant it to be, and he cried and his mother bought him an ice-cream cone and for awhile he had stopped crying and then he remembered and started again and so she had taken him home, telling him as they rode the trolley back to Lynn that he was a bawl-baby and a sissy. Her tone was spuriously jolly. Get to the parlor, break the window, get o
ut of this awful house. "She looked at him uncertainly, wanting to believe, afraid to b
elieve. I fibbed because I didn't know you well then. The left, with the salt-dome where the knee had been, was fully four inches shorter than the right. He sat stiffly, hearing the small sound of something being set carefully back down (the penguin on his block of ice, perhaps), his hands clasped tightly on the arms of the wheelchair. Here is my
