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The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued
Page 89
She stopped, looked down at him, put her hands on her knees and put her amused face right in front of his cynical one and said; “In the future, I’ll try not to be so trite.”
Zeke didn’t know what trite was, but thought that it must have meant something like repetitious and thought that he probably liked the reply and the curious, lined but pretty visage one foot from him.
She again took his hand and led him to the end of one line of boys, went to the front and directed everyone up the fire escape into the ominous institution. From his vantage point he saw other kids his size, turning around to scrutinize the one who required special attention. Not certain whether their looks conveyed envy, disdain, curiosity or mixtures thereof he pretended not to notice, keeping his eyes on the friendly old lady in front. He thought; “I can tell that she thinks I’m special and she’s the one in charge here.”
The interior was a good match for the exterior. Walls of peeling, jaundiced, probably at one time, yellow paint covered the top of the wall, separated from its peeling, nauseous, probably at one time green, lower counterpart, by a brown stained railing, which seemed to have as much broken, bent or missing as it had in its right place.