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He’d been knocking on doors for three hours. Rain fell, on and off. A cold wind chilled the back of his neck. His leaflets became damp and started curling at the edges.

Chapter Eight. Mice. At the bottom of our backyard was a brick air raid shelter. It was now used as a coal shed. We were not supposed to play in...

He came up and built the pyramid slowly, so everybody could watch, the three silent ones first. He wiped his palms down the front of his apron and...

Kurt had come for the weigh-off, and the weigh-off ran late. They held it in the agriculture barn at the low end of the fairgrounds, under a row of...