![]() ![]() The book was made up of page after page of brightly colored flowers, many of which Georgie recognized because sometimes Miss Ames sat beside him in the library and helped him pronounce the names of the different flowers. Georgie knew that Miss Ames was one of the few people in school who liked him. One of our rules is that a book can only be checked out for two weeks, but since this book means so much to you-” She did not finish her sentence. “Bring it back to the library and I’ll let you check it out as often as you wish. “No, Georgie, you took it home with you because you like it so much,” Ellen Ames said calmly. “I lost it,” he had answered the school librarian when she questioned him. On two occasions he had tried to steal it. ![]() The open book on his desk, however, was the one thing in school that he loved. He was seven and a half years old and although he had been in first grade for almost two years, he had not yet learned to read. He bent over the book on his desk, hunching his shoulder blades together so that the partially healed cuts on his back would not be stretched apart, carefully keeping his shirt away from the raw wounds underneath, where even the slightest friction caused a burning pain. ![]()
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