McCarthy
A memory of helping my mother hide books
I arrived home from school, to find my mother carrying an armload of books up the stairs. I put my flute case and music on top of the piano, and carried my bookcase and lunchbox out to the dining room. As I returned to the living room, Mom said to me, “We have to move some books around. You can help. Come upstairs to your father’s and my bedroom, and I’ll tell you which ones to carry down.” I did as I was told, and she ha...
