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Article: The breakable cup. (short story)
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- The Saturday Evening Post
- Article date:
- July 1, 1993
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Maggie was his friend, not his enemy. He knew that well, and yet he stepped outside into the late-summer afternoon with insults ringing in his small head --insults, admonitions, and recriminations. And whether he deserved them or not, he was hurt, and he was alone.
He had been clumsy and destructive. He had not meant to be destructive. As for the clumsiness, he was too young to plead his own case, even to himself. Standing before a table, even with his chin lifted and his neck stretched, he did not have much of a view of what was on it. The same with Maggie's dresser.
"Put this on my dresser," she had said in her sweetest voice, indicating with her bare ...