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"Never saw anybody older, that's all"

"The Lord has ways of punishing those who show disrespect to their elders" He gritted his teeth Theyin the sink

"I'm taller than you are now"

"I'ht you will never reach unless you always stand on stairs"

I narrowed my eyes and made them mean like Malcolm would "There will come a day, John Amos, when I'll stand head and shoulders taller than you And on your knees you will co; sir, sir, you'll say, please let et rid of those attic mice And I will say to you, How do I know you are worthy of my trust, and you will say to me, In your footsteps I will follow, even when you lie in your grave"

What I said made him slyly smile

"Bart, you are learning to be as clever as your great-grandfather, Malcolm Now, put off whatever you plan to do Go back to your father, who is with your grandmother this very second Remember every word you hear, and report back to me"

Like a spy, I crawled through the dumbwaiter, which was hidden behind a pretty Oriental screen From there I could sneak my way to a hidden place behind the potted palms

There they were, the two of the, Daddy rejecting Sat down and made myself coarettes helped when life got boring, like now Nothing to do but listen Spies never got to say anything, and it was action I needed

Daddy looked nice in his pale gray suit, like I wanted to look when I grew up--but I wouldn't--I didn't have his kind of good looks I sighed, wishing I was his real son

"Mrs Winslow, you promised to move, but I look around and see you haven't even packed one box For the sake of Bart's mental health, for the sake of Jory whoo away Move to San Francisco That's not too far away I swear I'll visit you when I can I'll be able to find opportunities to see you and Cathy will never suspect"

Boring Why couldn't he say so different? Why did he care so much what my momma said about his mother? If ever I was so unlucky as to have a wife, I'd tell her she'd better accept et out Get the hell out, as Malcolm would put it

"Oh, Christopher," she sobbed, pulling out another of those lacy handkerchiefs to wipe at her tears "I want Cathy to forgive me so I can have a s eventually she'll realize I'ive what I can"

Daddy sain about s, bu

t that's not what a child needs Cathy and I have done all we can to make Bart feel needed, loved and wanted--but he can't seem to understand his relationship to oing He doesn't have a dance career like Jory to guide hi to find hi He keeps his innermost self very private, locked up He adores his mother, he distrusts his mother He suspects she loves Jory more than she loves him He knows that Jory is handsome, talented, andbut pretending If he would confide in us, or his psychiatrist, he could be helped--but he doesn't confide"