Michael Malone - Weebly

you in the end, deserted the highest Olympic jumper as
well as she, who had only trotted, swatted, swum, and
touched her toes for the four years she'd been obliged
to do so by a college gym instructor. And the worst of it
was that when the body finally did collapse of its own
puniness, it dragged you right along with it. You had no
choice but to follow it down into the grave. It was really
maddening, after all.
"Now, stop it!" Mrs. Canopy told herself sharply.
"Sometimes you have to just not think." And so she sat
for a while and watched two thoughtless bobolinks. But
mind, despite ten lessons, would not be controlled.
"You know that letter I found? Priss got one, too,
terribly ugly. I didn't tell her about mine. Being called a
fool is worse, I think. Perhaps I am one, after all. I feel
so…expendable. I've never worked in all my silly life,
well, except for those two years for the USO, I
suppose I could count them. But my charities and my
poor artists. Remember we used to call our artists our
children? Maybe we were wrong not to have any
children, except I did know, I thought, I wouldn't be
very good at it. But what a waste I am. Poor Beanie.