Umber (47.17 — Oleander’s Story)

August 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

As usual, Silvertip was happy to see us when we got home from church.  I told him to go find his rubber ball.  He ran to the apple tree, found the ball, and brought it back to me.  He dropped it on my foot, and stood expectantly, squirming a bit with excitement, his face lit up, waiting.  I threw the ball; he retrieved it instantly, and dropped it on my foot again.  Mama went in to start supper.  I threw the ball again.

I felt something hit me on the shoulder.  I turned around; there stood Luther Benbow, Julie’s son, throwing dirt clods in my direction.

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