Helen called to me from the living room. “Joe.”
“Yeah. What is it?”
“Did you talk to Bill?”
“Bill? About what?”
“About the trading.”
“No. I guess I forgot.”
“Well, you’ll have to. He’s at it again. He traded Jimmy out of that new bicycle. Gave him a lot of junk. I made him give back the bicycle.
“I’ll have a talk with him,” I promised again.
But I’m afraid I wasn’t paying as close attention to the ethics of the situation as I should have been…
You couldn’t keep a thing around the house. You were always losing this or that. You knew just where you’d put it and you were sure it was there and then, when you went to look for it, it had disappeared.