He gave her back the book. “You save the whales and shoot the people, huh?”
She grinned finally. “Something like that, I guess. Say, did you ever hear the story about Moby Dick?”
“Who's that?” “Well, there was once this huge white whale named Moby Dick...”
And Leslie began to spin out a wonderful story about a whale and a crazy sea captain who was bent on killing it.
His fingers itched to try to draw it on paper. Maybe if he had some proper paints, he could do it.
There ought to be a way of making the whale shimmering white against the dark water.
At first they avoided each other during school hours, but by October they grew careless about their friendship.
Gary Fulcher, like Brenda, took great pleasure in teasing Jess about his “girl friend.”
It hardly bothered Jess. He knew that a girl friend was somebody who chased you on the playground and tried to grab you and kiss you.
He could no more imagine Leslie chasing a boy than he could imagine Mrs. Double-Chinned Myers shinnying up the flagpole.
Gary Fulcher could go to you-know-where and warm his toes. There was really no free time at school except recess, and now that there were no races,
Jess and Leslie usually looked for a quiet place on the field, and sat and talked.
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