Hunchback
"Please don't sit on the cannons," said the hunchback. "There's a sign." Then his face turned the color of the geraniums outside the library doors. Sandy felt sorry for him, and got down from her cannon.
It was the middle of the summer. In cities, people were spreading out cloths on their roofs and claiming barbecue time on the public grills; air-conditioned museums were packed with tourists every day, and free movies were showing in the park. In Tunkhannock, the sound and smell of lawn mowers weighted the air. Mornings, people got in their cars and drove off to Scranton, or...
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