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thought things were already as bad as they could be and the noise could make them no worse. Then another voice called from below stairs.
“Dad-dy.”
“Yes?” 1 said.
The voice said something but I couldn’t hear what. A little too loudly I guess I bellowed, “What is it ?” over Joey’s voice, and was . .greeted by silence. I went to the head of the stairs. “What did you say?” I asked somewhat more gently.
Our fair pigtailed one looked up at me. “Daddy, the record player is too much.” Her lip quivered.
“How much?” I asked.
“S-seventy dollars.”
I admit it was more than I ^:ould take at the moment. I sat down on the top step, not quite meeting Tier eyes. ~
“Never mind.” I told her uncovincingly.
“But Daddy—”
She stopped and bit her fingernails, watching me. You see, we’d all put our money together to buy the record player—Bob delivered papers, Benjy cut grass for the neighbors, and Anne had been doing a little baby-sitting when she wasn’t needed at home. This has happened, I thought, because we waited until the very last day to buy your gift ...
I heard myself sigh, and smiled at Anne who was still looking at me. “Never mind,” I said again,
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