64. The shepherd was now dead, never again would he look
longingly at the Shepherdess eighteen inches away. What she thought about this,
and how she felt about becoming so suddenly a widow, I have on idea.
65. My mother was not at home when this disaster befell our
home. Although I had never looked at or thought about the figurines on the
staircase, nevertheless, in the back of my mind was a basic assumption; the
objects in question were valuable and prized possessions of my family which I
had stupidly half destroyed.
66. But the remaining half was obviously less than useless.
Suddenly a solution jumped into my head, a childish solution as you will see,
but the only thing a ten year old in a dire predicament might hit upon.
67. My solution did
not include any attempt to put the figure back together, quite the contrary, I
cleaned up all the pieces and threw them into the garbage can at the back of
the house where they would not be discovered, even by an accident.
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