Don't Talk to Me About the War
Don't Talk to Me About the War
“Dad’s lunch pail is gone, so I know he went to work, and I guess Mom is still sleeping. At breakfast, I’m careful not to make noise. Sometimes, when the water is on full, the pipes bang, so I use just a little to wash my dish and knife.
I hurry out and feel guilty. I tell myself I rushed out so Mom could rest, but I know I didn’t want to see her hand shaking or hear her words slur when she tells me about the weather.
As soon as I leave our building I realize I should have looked out the window.... It’s windy and cool for the end of May. I shiver on my way to Goldman’s. When I walk in, I see Beth at the corner table surrounded with newspapers as usual. This time she has the table to herself.
“Where’s your jacket?” she asks. “It’s cold.”
“The sun will come out. It will warm up.”
Beth points to a map in her newspaper and tells me, “There’s good news! The Allies are fighting back! British bombers hit some of the bridges held by the Germans, and the French sent in more soldiers.MoreLess
I hurry out and feel guilty. I tell myself I rushed out so Mom could rest, but I know I didn’t want to see her hand shaking or hear her words slur when she tells me about the weather.
As soon as I leave our building I realize I should have looked out the window.... It’s windy and cool for the end of May. I shiver on my way to Goldman’s. When I walk in, I see Beth at the corner table surrounded with newspapers as usual. This time she has the table to herself.
“Where’s your jacket?” she asks. “It’s cold.”
“The sun will come out. It will warm up.”
Beth points to a map in her newspaper and tells me, “There’s good news! The Allies are fighting back! British bombers hit some of the bridges held by the Germans, and the French sent in more soldiers.MoreLess
Read book Don't Talk to Me About the War for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
9 / 10
9 / 10
User Reviews: