Mary downing hahn Quote
You aren’t worried about tomorrow, are you?What do you think?He propped himself up on his elbows and studied my face. You told me last spring it was the easiest thing in the whole wide world. You could hardly wait to jump. Why, even when you got sick you worried you’d die without having a chance to do it.I must have been a raving lunatic, I muttered.Theo scowled, but the sound of a Model T chugging up the driveway stopped him from saying more. Its headlamps lit the trees and washed across the house.It’s John again, Theo said. Papa will start charging him room and board soon.Hidden in the shadows, we watched John jump out of the car and run up the porch steps. Hannah met him at the door. From inside the house, their laughter floated toward us as silvery as moonlight, cutting into my heart like a knife.Hannah has a beau. Theo sounded as if he were trying out a new word, testing it for rightness. He giggled. Do you think she lets him kiss her?I spat in the grass, a trick I’d learned from Edward. Don’t be silly.What’s silly about smooching? When I’m old enough, I plan to kiss Marie Jenkins till our lips melt. Making loud smacking sounds with his mouth, Theo demonstrated. Pushing him away, I wrestled him to the ground and started tickling him.As he pleaded for mercy, we heard the screen door open. Thinking Mama was about to call us inside, we broke apart and lay still. It was Hannah and John.They’re sitting in the swing, Theo whispered. Come on, let’s spy on them. I bet a million zillion dollars they start spooning.Stuffing his jar of fireflies into his shirt, Theo dropped to his knees and crawled across the lawn toward the house. I followed him, sure he was wrong. Hannah wasn’t old enough for kissing. Or silly enough.We reached the bushes beside the porch without being seen. Crouched in the dirt, we were so close I could have reached up and grabbed Hannah’s ankle. To keep from giggling, Theo pressed his hands over his mouth.Sick with jealousy, I watched John put his arm around Hannah and draw her close. As his lips met hers, I felt Theo jab my side. I teetered and lost my balance. The bushes swayed, the leaves rustled, a twig snapped under my feet.Be quiet, Theo hissed in my ear. Do you want to get us killed?We backed out of the bushes, hoping to escape, but it was too late. Leaving John in the swing, Hannah strode down the porch steps, grabbed us each by an ear, and shook us like rats. Can’t a body have a second of privacy?
You aren’t worried about tomorrow, are you?What do you think?He propped himself up on his elbows and studied my face. You told me last spring it was the easiest thing in the whole wide world. You could hardly wait to jump. Why, even when you got sick you worried you’d die without having a chance to do it.I must have been a raving lunatic, I muttered.Theo scowled, but the sound of a Model T chugging up the driveway stopped him from saying more. Its headlamps lit the trees and washed across the house.It’s John again, Theo said. Papa will start charging him room and board soon.Hidden in the shadows, we watched John jump out of the car and run up the porch steps. Hannah met him at the door. From inside the house, their laughter floated toward us as silvery as moonlight, cutting into my heart like a knife.Hannah has a beau. Theo sounded as if he were trying out a new word, testing it for rightness. He giggled. Do you think she lets him kiss her?I spat in the grass, a trick I’d learned from Edward. Don’t be silly.What’s silly about smooching? When I’m old enough, I plan to kiss Marie Jenkins till our lips melt. Making loud smacking sounds with his mouth, Theo demonstrated. Pushing him away, I wrestled him to the ground and started tickling him.As he pleaded for mercy, we heard the screen door open. Thinking Mama was about to call us inside, we broke apart and lay still. It was Hannah and John.They’re sitting in the swing, Theo whispered. Come on, let’s spy on them. I bet a million zillion dollars they start spooning.Stuffing his jar of fireflies into his shirt, Theo dropped to his knees and crawled across the lawn toward the house. I followed him, sure he was wrong. Hannah wasn’t old enough for kissing. Or silly enough.We reached the bushes beside the porch without being seen. Crouched in the dirt, we were so close I could have reached up and grabbed Hannah’s ankle. To keep from giggling, Theo pressed his hands over his mouth.Sick with jealousy, I watched John put his arm around Hannah and draw her close. As his lips met hers, I felt Theo jab my side. I teetered and lost my balance. The bushes swayed, the leaves rustled, a twig snapped under my feet.Be quiet, Theo hissed in my ear. Do you want to get us killed?We backed out of the bushes, hoping to escape, but it was too late. Leaving John in the swing, Hannah strode down the porch steps, grabbed us each by an ear, and shook us like rats. Can’t a body have a second of privacy?