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By Jack Joseph Smith

Lets go back up. Okey, but real careful. Okey. So we started sneaking up the hill again, but then said, hey, lets go along the hill again and look at Kennedy forest. We had changed our minds and buckled in the excitement of high adventure, but then we saw a trail and we went like rabbits through the under growth back to get more comrades for the picking of the apples. I was asking less questions at home now and thinking mostly about how I could expand each moment into an adventure. My parents were becoming really happy, because they could now afford anything that they thought was going to make their life dreams a reality. My mother would be able to have her operations and having a maid now would be a nice added thing for our home. I would be starting Kindergarten in the fall and they were beginning to look at me as being a school boy. It was mentioned all the time, about how old I was getting. And about how ready for school I was going to be, and how much fun I was going to have meeting new friends. I didn't care much about my fathers business friends anymore and mostly used their coming as a part of my disappearing act. My fathers business orientation was over; and when he was home on the weekend his mind was free to plan out the grounds and make decisions about what nursery he was going to hire for the gardening. All was going well, and I was being nicely subsidized for my putting the world in its place. That night I dreamed about Mister Metzes coming after us with a gun again, but the next morning I was up early for breakfast and promising my mother all

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Adventure thinking hardens into habit as the boys switch from fear to planning, while home life brightens around money, operations, gardening, school readiness, and a child newly confident in using adult attention as cover for disappearing acts.

The transcript opens mid-motion, but the clearest shape is the split between prosperous domestic order and the boy's private campaign to stretch each moment into danger and story. Mister Metzes returns in dream form, showing that the household's new comfort does not quiet the imagination so much as bankroll it.

Claude

The boys nearly turn back toward Kennedy forest before bolting 'like rabbits through the under growth back to get more comrades', then the narration widens into the home. The boy is 'asking less questions' and is consumed instead by how he 'could expand each moment into an adventure', while new money buys the mother's operations, a maid, and the father's weekend garden planning. The telling line is that he is 'being nicely subsidized for my putting the world in its place' - household prosperity does not quiet his imagination, it bankrolls it, and Mister Metzes returns that night in a dream with the gun.