My brother passed away October 27th, 2011. My heart is truly broken. The little boy of my book NO longer suffers.
'She Ain't My Sister' page 77........
"Hey, Molly, look here.
Through an opening quite hidden in the center of the landfill was an oasis of sort's, and Jake and I quickly claimed it as our secret place.
"Hey lets make our own house," I said.
I discovered a discarded wicker couch and chair and positioned them as property borders. We attached old clothes to boards and staked them in the ground as survey lines.
"Jake, here's a shower curtain. Let's use it for a roof." It became a daily ritual on school days to visit our makeshift house.
If we lingered at the dump after school Granny would question Jake about his wet shoes. She was angry when she learned about our adventures. I just let Jake have fun and relished the enjoyment that we shared.
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