Halifax
“In his head, when he imagined Farrell, he imagined the number two. His mind’s eye imagined the number two to be flaming red and much larger and more imposing than the icy blue number one. The number six, which is what he thought of when he looked at Izzy, was red and white like a candy cane and quite small. It was quite small but very bright. Rom thought of himself as the number 835. It was a purplish color and the three was like a balloon floating between the other two numbers.
Every number ha...d its own particular look and every thing looked like a number. Numbers were certain. They gave value to things. The Sun was approximately 92,957,000 miles from the Earth. At the equator, the Earth spun at 1038 miles per hour and, most importantly, a king-sized bag of peanut M&M’s weighed 3.27 ounces. Fact! Rom, himself, measured five foot, three inches tall. He weighed one hundred and five pounds. He was thirteen years old. He was numerically certain.
Rom knew when numbers were correct and he knew when they were incorrect, when something didn’t add up, and the mathematical figures scrawled on the dry erase board at the front of Mrs.MoreLess
Every number ha...d its own particular look and every thing looked like a number. Numbers were certain. They gave value to things. The Sun was approximately 92,957,000 miles from the Earth. At the equator, the Earth spun at 1038 miles per hour and, most importantly, a king-sized bag of peanut M&M’s weighed 3.27 ounces. Fact! Rom, himself, measured five foot, three inches tall. He weighed one hundred and five pounds. He was thirteen years old. He was numerically certain.
Rom knew when numbers were correct and he knew when they were incorrect, when something didn’t add up, and the mathematical figures scrawled on the dry erase board at the front of Mrs.MoreLess
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