The House Without a Christmas Tree
“Then I gulped down my own breakfast quickly and headed across the snowy lawn toward Carla Mae’s house next door.
Carla Mae and I always used our special path between the row of poplar trees that separated our yards, and at any time of the day you were likely to see one or both of us come shooting through the trees in mid-air and land with a thud on the lawn. Now, with snow on the ground, and big, clunky overshoes and a heavy coat, and an armload of books, it wasn’t easy to make the leap, but I got a running start and landed almost standing up in Carla Mae’s yard. I thought of going back and trying it again to see if I could get a better landing, but it was getting late.
I pounded on the back door of the Carters’ house with our special knock so Carla Mae would know it was me.
“I’m not ready yet!” I heard her yell from inside, so I went in to wait for her.
She was in the kitchen finishing up her breakfast, and the place was in its usual uproar. Her four-year-old sister, Debbie, was stan...ding on a chair in front of the stove, frying an egg for her own breakfast.MoreLess
Carla Mae and I always used our special path between the row of poplar trees that separated our yards, and at any time of the day you were likely to see one or both of us come shooting through the trees in mid-air and land with a thud on the lawn. Now, with snow on the ground, and big, clunky overshoes and a heavy coat, and an armload of books, it wasn’t easy to make the leap, but I got a running start and landed almost standing up in Carla Mae’s yard. I thought of going back and trying it again to see if I could get a better landing, but it was getting late.
I pounded on the back door of the Carters’ house with our special knock so Carla Mae would know it was me.
“I’m not ready yet!” I heard her yell from inside, so I went in to wait for her.
She was in the kitchen finishing up her breakfast, and the place was in its usual uproar. Her four-year-old sister, Debbie, was stan...ding on a chair in front of the stove, frying an egg for her own breakfast.MoreLess
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