Ol’ Bill and Ol’ Jim, both said it was the best outdoor story they had ever read. I was proud of it, the account of a young English Setter that had run off with a red wolf and had a litter of half-wolf puppies. I had written it right there at the pool hall one evening after school, in between racking balls and collecting money for my dad at the age of twelveand- a-half. Mrs. Murrell, one of my 8th grade teachers, who actually disliked me less than most of ‘em had given her English class the assignment of writing a story. She was going to read the best one out loud, and I was hoping it would be mine.
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