3136. That night I couldn’t get the image of Jason’s house out of my mind, I kept on thinking about it until very late. I was in seventh grade and I had been in school with the same children since kindergarten. I knew every boy and girl in my class as if we were all related. I had been in everybody’s house at one time or other any number of times. There were differences in the various houses.
We had a rich boy in our class, just one. He name was Peter
Something-Something the Third. He lived in a mansion. I had been in
Peter’s house dozens of times. Their kitchen was as big as my entire
house, and they had huge pots and pans in the kitchen hanging from bars
with hooks on the ceilings. It seems they were prepared, in case they
ever had to make dinner for an army that might be passing through town
In my mind I compared Peter Something-Something’s house to Tom
Whatever’s home. In Tom’s house everything was crammed together and
they ate supper in the living room because there was no room for a table
in the kitchen. Every house was different in a million ways, but on
the other hand they were all basically the same in certain important
3139. Every house had a living room with certain types of tables and pieces of furniture called hutches in styles called “Ethen Allen,” or “French Provincial.” Up until the day I saw Jason’s house I never realized that it was all bought, it was all purchased in stores. It is impossible to explain just what I mean. One purchased all this furniture in stores if you had the money and then you set it all up in your house just like a stage set.