His mother sprang forward, the pancake turner held threateningly high.
Well, Momma, he's just sitting there eating pancakes like nothing happened. I'd be crying my eyes out.
Ellie was looking first at Mrs. Aarons and then at Brenda.Boys ain't supposed to cry at times like this. Are they, Momma?
Well, it don't seem right for him to be sitting there eating like a brood sow.
I'm telling you, Brenda, if you don't shut your mouth....He could hear them talking but they were farther away than the memory of the dream.
He ate and he chewed and he swallowed, and when his mother put three more pancakes on his plate, he ate them, too.
His father came in with the milk. He poured it carefully into the empty cider jugs and put them into the refrigerator.
Then he washed his hands at the sink and came to the table. As he passed Jess, he put his hand lightly on the boy's shoulder.
He wasn't angry about the milking. Jess was only dimly aware that his parents were looking at each other and then at him.
Mrs. Aarons gave Brenda a hard look and gave Mr. Aarons a look which was to say that Brenda was to be kept quiet,
but Jess was only thinking of how good the pancakes had been and hoping his mother would put down some more in front of him.
He knew somehow that he shouldn't ask for more, but he was disappointed that she didn't give him any.
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