Life Isn t FairChapter 2
The conversation had been tabled, so I didn’t bring it up again. I wasn’t the president of this confab, or whatever you wanted to call it. Uncle Bob tabled it, so he had to be the one to bring it up for further consideration. That was the way I felt. On the other hand, after two days went by and it didn’t come up again, I decided I might be able to encourage him to bring it back up. This is when, that summer, it got too hot in the house to wear the pajamas my mother had packed for me. I...