From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m itching to toss this scratchy wool cap aside and dive into a game of Rook, feeling the slick, waxy finish of the cards snap between my fingers. That new electric toaster in the window is a bully invention, but it’s a total gyp that Mother expects me to fetch a loaf of crusty sourdough for **$0.05** when the sun is finally out. I’d much rather be whistling "Put On Your Old Grey Bonnet" while feeling the cool, polished brass of my bicycle handlebars. My stiff linen collar is chafing my neck something fierce today, and I’m half-tempted to run off like that kidnapped Russian fellow just to escape these chores.