I put them on top of a parked car. I remember they smelled really bad.”
“Yeah, those were them,” said Stanley. “Did they fit you?” “Pretty much.”
Stanley remembered being surprised at Clyde Livingston’s small shoe size.
Stanley’s shoes were bigger. Clyde Livingston had small, quick feet. Stanley’s feet were big and slow.
I should have just kept them,said Zero.I’d already made it out of the shelter and everything.
I ended up getting arrested the next day when I tried to walk out of a shoe store with a new pair of sneakers.
If I had just kept those old smelly sneakers, then neither of us would be here right now.”
Zero became strong enough to help dig the hole. When he finished, it was over six feet deep.
He filled the bottom with rocks to help separate the water from the dirt.
He was still the best hole digger around. “That’s the last hole I will ever dig,” he declared, throwing down the shovel.
Stanley smiled. He wished it were true, but he knew they had no choice but to eventually return to Camp Green Lake.
They couldn’t live on onions forever. They had been completely around Big Thumb. It was like a giant sundial.
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