3220. I was prepared to sat that I loved cars with small engines, and good gas economy, things like that. I was preparing to make fun of Mr. Roach’s black Buick convertible but I didn’t get the chance because we got to the corner where went out separate ways.
That was the length I was willing to go to end my friendship with Jason
because of the approach of my birthday party. I fully expected that
the next day the argument would continue, and he would decide to not be
friends with me, but I was wrong.
When I ran into Jason on the playground the next morning before the
bell ring he acted like nothing had happened the day before. The only
explanation I could think of was that he didn’t think I believed a word
of what I had said about cars. After all, what normal boy doesn’t love
cars. To not love cars was unthinkable, unless of course I was some
sort of freak.
3223. In a way I had to agree with Jason. What kind of future was there in the modern world for a kid who did not want to drive a car.