“I know you're a nice kid, Jack. And I know that sometimes even nice kids do dumb things, right?”
He opened the door. “Thank you for being so understanding,” said Mom, shaking his hand at the door.
“No problem.” He leaned over and told her something quietly that I couldn't hear. “I know, thank you,” said Mom, nodding.
“So, kiddo,” he said to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Think about what you've done, okay?
And have a great holiday. Happy Chanukah! Merry Christmas! Happy Kwanzaa!”
I wiped my nose with my sleeve and started walking out the door.
“Say thank you to Mr. Tushman,” said Mom, tapping my shoulder. I stopped and turned around, but I couldn't look at him.
“Thank you, Mr. Tushman,” I said. “Bye, Jack,” he answered. Then I walked out the door.
Season's Greetings
Weirdly enough, when we got back home and Mom brought in the mail, there were holiday cards from both Julian's family and August's family.
Julian's holiday card was a picture of Julian wearing a tie, looking like he was about to go to the opera or something.
August's holiday card was of a cute old dog wearing reindeer antlers, a red nose, and red booties.
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