 Who is getting William in trouble with his parents?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Not if you believe me. For punishment, he locked me in a windowless room and told me to sit still until he came back. It wasn't so bad a punishment, except that when Dad closed the door, the light turned off and I was left there in the dark. Being four or five, I didn't know any better, so I thought Dad made it dark to add to my punishment. One day, to prove me a liar, he opened and closed the door a few times from outside. Because they were real, I talked about them as if they were real, and I almost earned a bunk in the home for retarded children until I got smart enough to keep the beasts to myself. The trouble came from the notes written in my awkward hand that she found, calling her names I didn't understand. My mother and father must have been glad when I was sent away to reform school after my thirteenth birthday party, the one If you believe any of this at all, you'll see why it couldn't be me who did the stealing. There was reason for me to steal, if I could have got away with it. "Brothers, this being Thanksgiving, I pray the good Lord that we all are truly thankful for all that we have received. I beg your pardon, sir—" just like the razor-blade comic-strip ads in the old magazines that Frankie the Pig sells three for a quarter. Even Partridge made his way down from the auctioneer's stand like a vulture with a busted wing and darted through his private door. Crockery was ringing and men were slurping inside. Following the wallboard, I went down the side of the room and behind the last row of chairs, closer, closer, and halfway up the room again to the entrance—the entrance and the little wooden box fastened to the wall beside it. Who drops anything but a one into a Skid Row collection box? But I couldn't lose that money, especially that century bill. The box was fastened to the vertical tongue-and-groove laths of the woodwork, not the wall. It wouldn't go up, down, left or right. "This," Brother Partridge said, "is one of the most profound experiences of my life."
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