3148. Jason’s grandmother did not have any money to buy the things to play life with, like everyone was supposed to. Since I was a child I had always assumed that all the things like, cars, houses, tables and chairs, silverware and plates belonged to everybody equally and came with life automatically. But somehow I just couldn’t feel sorry for Jason and his Grandmother.
There was something very real about Jason’s house, even if it was a
dirty mess. It’s like this. If you were a dog belonging to a very rich
person, and your kennel was the very best, and your food prepared by a
chef, and your collar studded with diamonds, wouldn’t you just long to
be a wolf out in the wild, with burs in his fur, and lice, and laying in
wait in the dirt, a gleam in your eye.
3150. Jason was like that, he wasn’t exactly a wild person, but he had that gleam in the eye that a wild animal has.
3151. The next day Jason didn’t come to school. Since I had nearly killed him the night before, after school I went to his house and knocked on the door. After a while someone opened the door a little and looked out. It was a woman about my Mom’s age, a little fat with very black frizzy thick hair. She said, “Are you Albert?” I said that I was. “Come in Albert and I’ll see it Jay can come down.” She said.