Eventually, I'll be able to bring this recall completely under control, to explore not only the sum of my past experiences,
but also all of the untapped faculties of the mind.
Even now, as I think about it, I feel the sharp stillness.
I see the bakery window... reach out and touch it... cold and vibrating, and then the glass becomes warm... hotter... fingers burning.
The window reflecting my image becomes bright, and as the glass turns into a mirror,
I see little Charlie Gordon—fourteen or fifteen—looking out at me through the window of his house,
and it's doubly strange to realize how different he was....
He has been waiting for his sister to come from school, and when he sees her turn the corner onto Marks Street,
he waves and calls her name and runs out onto the porch to meet her.
Norma waves a paper. "I got an A in my history test. I knew all the answers. Mrs. Baffin said it was the best paper in the whole class."
She is a pretty girl with light brown hair carefully braided and coiled about her head in a crown,
and as she looks up at her big brother the smile turns to a frown and she skips away,
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