He knows all of the figures in the comic—he has asked their names over and over again (of almost everyone he meets)—
and he understands that the strange forms of letters and words in the white balloons above the figures means that they are saying something.
Would he ever learn to read what was in the balloons?
If they gave him enough time—if they didn't rush him or push him too fast—he would get it. But nobody has time.
Charlie pulls his legs up and opens the comic book to the first page
where the Batman and Robin are swinging up a long rope to the side of a building.
Someday, he decides, he is going to read. And then he will be able to read the story.
He feels a hand on his shoulder and he looks up.
It is Gimpy holding out the brass disc and chain, letting it swing and twirl around so that it catches the light.
"Here," he says gruffly, tossing it into Charlie's lap, and then he limps away....
I never thought about it before, but that was a nice thing for him to do.
Why did he? Anyway, that is my memory of the time, clearer and more complete than anything I have ever experienced before.
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