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7 Boathouse I spent my life on the shore of a lake. I had no floor,it would have been silly to put a floor in a boathouse. I can best describe myself by having you imagine a shed,a car port,stuck out over the water and someone would park,dock or tie up [...] Evil will leave when a house has no more human unrest to offer or sometimes it leaves on the coat tails of a guest. Evil does like company,something to feed from. [...] The class decided to put all of us gingerbread buildings and houses together on two tables side by side in the lunchroom. Some of the houses fell apart in the hallway during the transfer and the kids quickly glooped them back together on the spot. [...] The first was a golden retriever. She was a beautiful dog. Brandy lived here till she was white in the muzzle. She made a game of hiding things inside me. You should have seen her toting a painted top from one of the kids. It was the kind you push down on and watch it spin. There was a shoe,I think all dogs take a shoe at some point in their lives. She brought some mittens all balled together. Dolls. Balls. There were a lot of things she’d bring out. [...] …By this time I began to take my cozyness to heart. I was becoming. I no longer worried about the time I might go inside myself. I was comfortable,busy,humming. I was a home. I know it because a house always knows when they become a home. –Home Sweet Home [...] 2 Yes,I am an humble outhouse. I was slapped together and mounted over a rather deep hole. A wide hole,I was a double seater. Toilet paper hung from sawed off broom nailed to the walls like giant dragon perches. Sure,I smelled. I still do. The smell is in my pores,deep in [...] The crew who built me and my sisters left here when I was done and went across town. A guy I’d grown fond of comes driving through once in a while,he used to look at me with a certain pride,now,well,now he just shakes his head. [...] Habakkuk 2:11 The stones of the wall will cry out,and the beams of the woodwork will echo it. This is the most frightening thing I ever heard. It made my brother’s taunts to tell on me seem frivolous. I may not have done anything but I sure had thoughts. Thoughts [...] | ||||||
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