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top?  I bet you can see all of Paris from up there. “Abram have you ever been in an elevator?”
     
                  “No!”
     
                  We worked on the puzzle for about ten minutes, before we were called down for dinner. Truthfully, I was disappointed dinner was already ready so soon as it was, I had been enjoying my private time with my new best friend.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
     
     
                              “THE BIG QUESTION”
     
     
     
     
     
                  Abram was now all settled in to his new place; it was grand having him so nearby, it seemed like we had been friends for a long time, we got along so famously, we were like two peas in a pod. We never seemed to argue, and he usually let me have my way. The hardest times of each summertime day, I found, was when the two of us had to be separated and then go to our own individual houses for the night. Most nights we nearly had to be drug in kicking and screaming, in less, we were listening to our favorite radio show, when both our families would come together; His family would come over to our house. Poppa just had purchased the radio a couple of months ago. The one thing we had going for us, when we went to bed each night, each of our bedroom windows faced one another. Therefore, we would play games in the window.
     
                  The two of us was now able to take satisfaction in the celebration of the rest of the summer, spending it together, and I had so much of the town to still show him.  One day, the two of us had gone to the matinee, and seen a double feature, with several cartoons. We ate popcorn, had soda pop. Then we walked down to the train tracks that ran directly through town. Abram took a coin out of his pocket, and the gum he was chewing from out of his mouth. Stuck the gum onto the coin, then onto the rail track. Then we hid, as we waited for the next train to show up. Forty-five minutes later a train rolled on through.
     
                  Abram counted aloud, “We two-engines, and forty-three boxcars, and a caboose being towed along.”
     
                  Once they had safely passed, we went back to the track we searched for the coins.
     
                  “Hey Abram I found the coin laying near the track. Oh my gosh look it must be flatted out three times its once normal size.”
     
                  Each of us dreading the day when we would once again, be heading off back to school, to start the fourth grade. Since the two of us, both hated the thought of attending school. We tried and not talking about it and ruining the mood.
     
                  The first order of business, after Abram was freed up to play during the summer days, was to turn our tree house into a fully fledged clubhouse, though of course we were the only two members , with our mascot my dog named Trixie. We even came up with our own secret, very complicated two-minute handshake, although neither had the guts to become actual blood brothers.  Instead, we cemented our young, blossoming friendship by spitting in our hands, and then shaking firmly.  After transforming the tree house, I was so excited.
     
                  “Hey Abram, we should ask if we can spend the night in the tree-house,”
     
                  “Ya, that sounds like a good idea.”
     
                  But when I went to go asked Momma,               “Momma could Abram and I spend the night in our club house?”
     
    She got an awfully strange look on her face as I asked her. Who would not consent to that? At the time, my young unformed mind did not identify with, or comprehend Momma’s gun spoken worries, why suddenly it was taboo for us to be together, or at least spend the night together. But