![]() ![]() His sister Claire was fourteen, almost fifteen, and was no longer interested in Max, not on a consistent basis at least. ![]() "Are you going to be a freak all day?" Claire asked, suddenly standing over Max. Any reasonable person would see the humor in it. Max was worried for a second, but then his worry was eclipsed by the sight of Stumpy trying to walk around the house with a basket stuck to his foot. So Max knocked the basket off, and then Stumpy stepped on it, putting his foot through the bottom with an unfortunate wicker-ripping sound. ![]() The main thing the basket was good for was getting knocked off, and landing on the floor, where it was often stepped on. ![]() The doorknob-basket was a small wicker vessel that Max thought was stupid but Max's mom insisted on having on the front doorknob for good luck. Max lunged toward Stumpy, missed, barreled into the front door, and knocked the doorknob-basket off. Max's dad lived in the city and phoned on Wednesdays and Sundays but sometimes did not. Max and Stumpy did this often, running and wrestling through the house, though Max's mother and sister, the two other occupants of the home, didn't appreciate the volume and violence of the game. Matching Stumpy pant for pant, Max chased his cloudwhite dog through the upstairs hallway, down the wooden stairs, and into the cold open foyer. ![]()
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