Mimmy The boy carried a red toy shovel.
Suddenly they stopped in their tracks and the little boy hit the girl with his shovel.
She screamed and swatted at him, hitting nothing, then ran down the street, sobbing loudly. The boy, unfazed, continued on his way.
Watching them from the bedroom window, Maxy thought to herself, So that's what love is like.
It wasn't Maxy's bedroom but she was welcome here any time, day or night.
Rizzy was sprawled across her bed with a movie magazine between her yellow hands and a wad of pink gum in her tiny mouth.
It was Rizzy's bedroom. Rizzy always chewed bubble gum and despite the size of it she had a big mouth which got her into trouble a lot.
Maxy told Rizzy that she’d just seen love, right out there in the street.
“So?” Rizzy replied, not looking up.
She crossed her thin legs at the ankles and squirmed in the heat. “People around here always take to the street to have it out."
"I think there’s something in the water or something,” she continued.
Rizzy wasn’t exaggerating; the night before a lady practically threw a discarded armchair at her husband, right out there on the sidewalk.
