![]() ![]() They felt like it feels sticking your feet out of the hot covers in wintertime to let the cold wind from the open window blow on them suddenly and you let them stay out a long time until you pull them back in under the covers again to feel them, like packed snow. It was because they felt the way it feels every summer when you take off your shoes for the first time and run in the grass. “Suppose you tell me why you need a new pair of sneakers. “Back there in that window, those Cream-Sponge Para Litefoot Shoes. And here Douglas stood, trapped on the dead cement and the red-brick streets, hardly able to move. Any moment the town would capsize, go down and leave not a stir in the clover and weeds. The grass was still pouring in from the country, surrounding the sidewalks, stranding the houses. June and the earth full of raw power and everything everywhere in motion. It was June and long past time for buying the special shoes that were quiet as a summer rain falling on the walks. ![]() Douglas walked backward, watching the tennis shoes in the midnight window left behind. His mother and father and brother walked quietly on both sides of him. The earth spun the shop awnings slammed their canvas wings overhead with the thrust of his body running. He glanced quickly away, but his ankles were seized, his feet suspended, then rushed. Late that night, going home from the show with his mother and father and his brother Tom, Douglas saw the tennis shoes in the bright store window. ![]()
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