leave him alone" i yelled as i walked out of the orphanage gate and saw several of the spring park school bullies pushing the deaf kid around. i did not know the boy at all but i knew that we were about the same age, because of his size. he lived in the old white house across the street from the orphanage where i lived. i had seen him on his front porch several times doing absolutely nothing, except just sitting there making funny like hand movements.
in the summer time we didn't get much to eat for sunday supper, except watermelon and then we had to eat it outside behind the dining room so we would not make a mess on the tables inside. about the only time that i would see him was thr
