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Age twelve. Early autumn.
Rowdy boys playing kickball in the schoolyard--
Girls playing tether ball by the gym.
One lad, smaller than the rest though
The same age, sits on a concrete step,
Eating a jelly sandwich, wishing he were the star
Instead of the klutz. And if he did get his foot into
The ball, it might roll all of sixteen feet.
Safer to sit here and eat, so long as no one
Steals his sandwich.
Blond-haired Sally drops down beside him,
Two years younger than he is, but quite pretty,
And nearly his height.
She thinks he's cute.
He returns her compliment, though secretly
Wishing that young Sally Huggins were
The tall, lanky and lovely Jenny Ripley from
His English class. And doesn't everybody know
He's the only boy in that class.
The other boys are all taller than he is and,
He thinks, better looking. Anyway, they tease him
About "keeping all the good ones to himself."
He smiles at that. Thank goodness they seldom bother him,
Unless they want help with schoolwork,
And one thing he is is a pretty good student (all "A"s),
So he can hold his head up there if nowhere else.
Sally has said something while he drifted,
And she expects an answer.
"So do you want some of the fudge my Mom made?
She practically pleads, "It's really good."
"You bet!" he says, nodding eagerly.
After all, Mrs. Huggins' fudge is famous all over
Linton Falls, population 5,082.
Having at last made contact, Sally is thrilled,
And together they tear into the little box.
Before long the two of them are decked out
In smudges of chocolate, maple sugar, and
Mmmm! Divinity! Ignoring the teasings of
"Cradle robber!" they go inside to wash off.
By the time they're finished
Lunch is over and English is next,
So he won't see Sally again till after school.
In English the teacher leaves for a moment on
an urgent errand. He notes someone hovering over his desk.
Jenny. A head taller than he is and drop-dead gorgeous.
"You kinda like her, don't you," she says,
Sally, I mean." It sounds more like a question.
"Yeah, she's a pal, all right."
"Then you're not, you know, boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"Sally might think so."
"Because I was wondering--
"I need a partner for Saturday night's dance,
"And I was thinking--"
She placed a soft warm hand on his shoulder.
"I'd be--thrilled!" he said, gleefully.
Come Saturday evening he was beaming.
Let the teasing go on! He danced one dance in every
Four with Sally; the rest of that blissful evening
He gazed fondly up at Jenny.
O, he might be a klutz, and he might
Be teased, and he might be left out of things,
And he sure wasn't the world's best dancer,
But tonight he was on top of the world.
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