![]() "But next week the doctor takes it off." "Your arm will be all skinny and wrinkled inside it when they take it off," Barry Tuckerman told him. Keiko wrinkled her nose and said, "Your cast smells bad, Ben." "I know," Ben said, making a face. The names were faded now, and the cast itself, which had once been white, was gray and dirty, with bits of string like dental floss dangling from it. Leroy, had signed their names on the cast, using different colored markers. Ben had fallen from his bike a month earlier and broken his wrist. But we have a song to learn, and costumes to make, and I have to select the cast." "I already have a cast!" Ben called out, holding up his arm. ![]() ![]() The Muriel-I mean the mural-is coming along well. ![]() "Now, though, I think we ought to start our preparations for the Thanksgiving pageant. Leroy is becoming a little impatient about it. This is the only class in Watertower Elementary School that does not have a room mother yet. And in fact, class, I wish you would all try a little more cajoling at home. ![]()
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