the other boys said it was his fault because he was the one who spilled them.
“I risked my life for those seeds,” Magnet had said, “and all I got was one lousy handful.”
Stanley had also tried to explain that he needed to save his energy so he could teach Zero how to read, but the other boys just mocked him.
“Same old story, ain’t it, Armpit?” X-Ray had said. “The white boy sits around while the black boy does all the work. Ain’t that right, Caveman?”
“No, that’s not right,” Stanley replied. “No, it ain’t,” X-Ray agreed. “It ain’t right at all.”
Stanley dug out another shovelful of dirt. He knew X-Ray wouldn’t have been talking like that if he was the one teaching Zero to read.
Then X-Ray would be talking about how important it was that he got his rest, right? So he could be a better teacher, right? And that was true.
He did need to save his strength so he could be a better teacher, although Zero was a quick learner.
Sometimes, in fact, Stanley hoped the Warden was watching them, with her secret cameras and microphones,
so she’d know that Zero wasn’t as stupid as everyone thought.
From across the lake he could see the approaching dust cloud. He took a drink from his canteen, then waited to see who was driving the truck.
The swelling on Mr. Sir’s face had gone down, but it was still a little puffy.
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