There was a time earlier this school year where Larry and I ended up competing for the right to call Bertha our girlfriend, which is really weird because I didn’t then nor do I now have any of those sorts of lovey-dovey feelings toward Bertha. Actually, that idea is rather nauseating for me.
Larry is also my age but one grade ahead in school because he spent a year living with an Uncle and Aunt due to some trouble he got into in Maine when he was seven. His Aunt and Uncle had home schooled him for that year and he managed to get ahead of everyone else back here in Lewiston. During that year he also learned to speak Russian which I think is cool, but he never uses it mostly because he doesn’t want people to think he is smart.