The eyes scared him so bad he shuffled backward and slammed his heel against the thick wood bedpost, bruising it.
It was his first time in his grandfather’s bedroom, and the first time he had gotten an injury he didn’t ask his mother to kiss or rub or somehow make better.
It was a game at first.
Rake the leaves at Grampa’s, go take a penny from his glass jar.
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