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Shopping on Maxwell Street (Cont’d) `


NEW YORK TIMES PAPERBACK


BEST SELLER S


my mother over and pointed to the unadorned bowl. "Mathilda, look! Where have the flowers gone?” My mother looked at the empty bowl, and sure enough, the flowers had disappeared along with the soup. As disappointed as he was, they both had a really good laugh. That is how my family was.


They laughed when something went wrong instead of complaining. THE MILKMAN NEVERRANG TWICE


Folding beds were everywhere in our apartment. It was a little easier in the summer months because all the folding beds were transferred to the back porch. It was sizzling hot indoors, so it was a pleasure to sleep outside. There was one problem, though. When the milkman came early in the morning, he couldn't get through to put the milk in the icebox.


My brother Phil, who slept right next to the banister, solved that problem. He just reached over the banister and took the milk from the milkman. Then he passed it to my other brothers, and the one closest to the kitchen brought it into the apartment.


The boys used to kid my mother. They would say, "Ma, you’ll never have to worry about a burglar getting in here because he would break a leg before getting into the kitchen.”


Wake up. Here’s the milk


#3THEGIRLWHO KICKED THEHORNET’S NEST


#1 FIFTY SHADES OF GRAY


#2 THE LUCKY ONE


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