Tm going to be a musician," he said.

d. Everyone is looking at something a child can'tsee. For a minute they've forgotten the children. Maybe a kidis lying on the rug, half asleep.

112stony, lifeless elegance of hotels and apartment buildings,toward the vivid, killing streets of our childhood. These streetshadn't changed, though housing projects jutted up out of themnow like rocks in the middle of a boiling sea. Most

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We dug in. We ace everything there was to eat on the cable.We ate like there was no tomorrow. We didn't talk. We ace.We scarl'ed. We grazed chat table. We were into serious eating.The blind man had right away located his foods, he knew justwhere everything was on his place. I watched'wich admirationas he used his knife and fork on the meat. He'd cue two piecesof. meat, fork the meat into his mouth, and then go all outfor the scalloped potatoes, the beans next, and then he'd tearoff a hunk of buttered bread and eat chat. He'd follow chis upwith a big drink of milk.

On her last day in the office, the blindman asked if he could touch her face. She agreed to this. Shetold me he touched his fingers to every part of her face, hernose---even her neck!

I toldja shut up, Ellie," Arnold Friend said,

She stood

with charm braceletsjingling on their thin wrists; they would lean together to whisper and laugh secretly ifsomeone passed who amused or interested them. Connie had long dark blond hair thatdrew anyone's eye to it, and she wore part of it pulled up on her head and puffed out andthe rest of it she let fall down her back. She wore a pull-over jersey blouse that looked oneway when she was at home and another way when she was away from home