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1 " You'd think that a redheaded boy with glasses who was named Howard and had an up-down walk would have a lot more to wish for than being friends with me. But I admit I felt a smile on my face and hope in my heart, 'cause maybe wishes really do come true. Maybe some wishes just take longer than others. "
― Barbara O'Connor , Wish
2 " On the line beside Describe your family, I wrote, "Bad."What is your favorite subject in school? "None."List three of your favorite activities. "Soccer, ballet, and fighting."Two of those favorite activities were lies but one of them was the truth.I am fond of fighting. "
3 " You can't judge people for the mistakes they make. You judge them for how they fix those mistakes. "
4 " Bertha knelt in front of me and took both my hands in hers and said, “Your mama loves you very much, Charlie. But sometimes, she just loses her way.” Loses her way? I’d be happy to draw her a map to show her the way back to being my mama again. "
5 " If you cut off the pointed end of a slice of pie and save it for last, you can make a wish when you eat it. "
6 " That night when I went to bed, I laid there in the dark and pictured a clothesline full of somebody's else's troubles. I knew for sure there were a lot of them I'd rather pluck off of that line than mine. I imagined what the other troubles might be. There would probably be toothaches and failed math tests. Lost cats and ugly hair. Cheating boyfriends and broken-down cars. But none of those could hold a candle to my troubles, weighing down that clothesline like a sack full of bricks. "
7 " When it was time for me to leave, I thanked Mrs. Odom, climbed on Lenny’s bike, and set off for home. As I pedaled up the road, I turned and glanced back at the Odoms’ house. I remembered that first day on the school bus when I had seen it and thought it was so sad-looking. Then I pictured all those boys in that little kitchen getting loved on by their mama and that house didn’t look one bit sad anymore. "
8 " Bertha "
9 " Carla, Carla, Carla. It's always about Carla. "
10 " You sure do look forlorn, "
11 " My name is Charlie. Charlemagne is a dumb name for a girl and I have told my mama that about a gazillion times. I looked around me at all the hillbilly kids doing math in their workbooks. My best friend, Alvina, told me they would be hillbilly kids. “You will hate it in Colby,” she said. “There’s just red dirt roads and hillbilly kids there.” She had flipped her silky hair over her shoulder and added, “I bet they eat squirrels. "
12 " A penny! "
13 " Thankful. I felt thankful that I had my very own dog who would love me no matter what. "
14 " That night when I went to bed, I laid there in the dark and pictured a clothesline full of somebody else's troubles. I knew for sure there were a lot of them I'd rather pluck off of that line than mine. I imagined what the other troubles might be. There would probably be toothaches and failed math tests. Lost cats and ugly hair. Cheating boyfriends and broken-down cars. But none of those could hold a candle to my troubles, weighing down that clothesline like a sack full of bricks. "
15 " I wish I could’ve saved that moment there in that weed-filled yard surrounded by those good-hearted Odoms, with Wishbone sitting there on the cooler in front of us. Just pack it into one of Bertha’s canning jars to keep in my room. Then when I was feeling bad about myself or loaded down with all my troubles, I could open it up and breathe in the goodness of it and I’d feel better. "
16 " Everybody thinks my sister is an angel straight down from heaven, but I know better. "
17 " lanyards. "
18 " the nightstand. She will stay in that bed the livelong day. If I was there, she wouldn’t care one little bit if I went to school or stayed on the couch watching "
19 " ole Waffle House, "
20 " Making a wish?” Gus asked. I felt myself blush. “No.” Bertha nudged Gus. “Tell her about the time you wished your uncle Dean would disappear and then he did,” she said. Gus flapped his hand at her. “Aw, now, Bertie. She don’t want to hear that boring ole story.” He rocked his chair, making the porch floor creak and groan. "