decided to paint the long
chain link
fence green one summer.
here, he said,
handing me a brush as
big as my arm.
you start over there,
and i'll start here.
and we'll meet
in the middle.
it was obviously one of
those Tom Sawyer
deals.
i looked at him and
rolled my eyes.
come on, he said,
it'll be fun. i bet you'll be
good at this.
carry this bucket
down to your end
and let's get started.
he had a cigarette in his
mouth and a beer
in his hand.
we went at it for about
ten minutes
when Ernie's mother,
Francine,
who lived next door,
came out in her bathing
suit and sunglasses.
i think she was French.
he hopped
the fence and suddenly
disappeared.
as i did.
but i had to live with
the green paint on my
hands the whole summer.
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