“He was wired. No doubt about it. When I looked in a mirror I could see it in my eyes, and now I could see it in his. Even with my medicine working real good, I felt nervous inside he was so hyper. Now I knew what Mom meant when she said he was like me, only bigger. He was taller than me too. He had long arms and pointy elbows and a humming sound came out of his body as if he was run by an electric motor. I took a deep breath and even though my insides were churning I was determined to stand the...re and be as stiff as the rusted-up Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. “Well, Joey,” Dad said with a grin rocking back and forth on his face like a canoe on high seas, “you can call me Carter.” And he stuck out his hand to shake. I knew I’d never call him that. But before I could call him the one important word I had waited so long to use, Grandma stepped forward. “Truce,” she barked, and stuck out her wrinkled old hand which looked like a dried fish. “Since you’re gonna be here for a while we might as well get along.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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