![]() “That’s the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon,” Olive said when I mentioned it at lunch. Now that I knew who he was, he was everywhere. That week at school, I noticed Jesse in the hallway almost every day. ![]() We picked up a pint of chocolate for Mom and Dad and we let it melt as we sat on the hood of her car and ate our own sundaes, comfortable in the warm summer air. The only time I’d been inside Marie’s Jeep was the night she got it, when, high on life, she invited me to Kimball’s Farm to get ice cream. She had saved up her paychecks and gotten a beat-up navy blue Jeep Cherokee last summer. I was assigned Saturdays because Marie wanted Sundays. It was headed to our family store.īlair Books was started by my father’s uncle in the sixties, right in the very same location where it still stood-on the north side of Great Road in Acton, Massachusetts.Īnd somehow that meant that the minute I was old enough to legally hold a job, I had to ring up people’s purchases some weekdays after school and every Saturday. Like clockwork, my father would knock on my door and tell me, “The bus is leaving in thirty minutes,” even though the “bus” was his Volvo and it wasn’t headed to school. ![]() But my hatred for the bright light of morning was most acute on Saturdays during high school at ten after eight a.m. ![]() “If you feel emotionally connected to Adele’s music, read One True Loves.” ― The Reading Room CHAPTER 2 ![]()
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