![]() Most of the time these activities just irritated his mother: “That is not amusing, that is disgusting.” “Stop it, Jimmy, you’re giving me a headache.” But then he might get a smile out of her, or more. He would put peanut butter on his nose and try to lick it off with his tongue. (“Carrie Johnston went poo on the floor.”) He would caper around the room, crossing his eyes and cheeping like a monkey, a trick that worked with several of the little girls in his class and almost all of the boys. He would tell her funny things that had happened at school, or things he tried to make funny, or things he simply invented. ![]() ![]() More than anything, Jimmy had wanted to make her laugh – to make her happy, as he seemed to remember her being once. Then, after a moment, “Maybe I am.” But when his face crumpled, she took it back. ![]()
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