Shaking his head, he staggered on down the street. All around people began to roar with laughter.
Someone shouted, “What’s the matter, John? You seeing things today?”
I hurried on, wanting to get away from the stares and the snickers.
It wouldn’t have happened again in a hundred years, but there they came. The same two old women I had met before.
We stopped and had another glaring fight. One said, “I declare.” The other one snorted, “Well, I never.”
My face burned. I couldn’t take any more. After all, a man can stand so much and no more.
In a loud voice, I said, “You may have these people fooled with those expensive-looking feathers in your hats, but I know what they are.
They’re goose feathers painted with iodine.” One started to say something, but her words were drowned out by the roaring laughter from all around.
Gathering up their long skirts, they swished on down the street. All around me people began to shout questions and laugh.
One wanted to know if I had the mother in the sack. Storekeepers stepped out and gawked.
I could see the end of the street, but it looked as if it were a hundred miles away.
My face was as red as a fox’s tail. I ducked my head, tightened my grip on the sack, and walked on.
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