They look like boxers. They’re both boys. And Shirley knows that boys are ornery because she had five brothers who left her in a tree all day. Harriet agrees. Loretta giggles.
The boys are from Omaha. It’s happening on the beach.
We don’t go to the beach very often. Bob says their names are Don and Don. Shirley shakes her head no.
The wall is a tractor wall.
They’re thinking about fighting.
The boy on the right is going to win because his fists are more bent and ready. The one on the left is just playing with him. A loud beep sounds…
“It must be the rescue squad!” Harriet says, “Fights over!”
They’re just playing together. How old are they? Are they about 5?
They like each other, otherwise they’d be going, “Chr Chr Chr,”
They are having fun.
They are not fighting because they have smiles on their faces.
“They are playing a lot more now,” says Loretta
as she moves side to side and begins dancing.
There’s a school. They went to play with snow balls and then went home afterwards. They went home to their families and their moms.
They grow up to be men. The boys grow up to do a lot of things.
They all get up and like each other.
They’re lovely little boys.