10/02/2026 21:03

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I'M FINE, Owen said. This week I was reading The Moons of Jupiter -that marvelous short story by Alice Munro-to my Grade Can Lit students, as the abrasive Ms. Aunt Martha saw to it that they knew. Meany said: Why, it's Johnny Wheelwright! How goes all that Christmas rehearsin'? Owen's the star of the pageant, I said.

of the even less presentable members of kin who might still be making merry at the three-day-long picnic wake. Meany; maybe a stonecutter or the derrick-man's wife had seen it, or at least read about it in The News-Letter. , with the inappropriate sounds of children's voices coming from the nearby high-school athletic fields. WELL, SOMEONE'S GOT TO TAKE CHARGE, he said.