![]() ![]() In wheelchairs.Ī man in a wheelchair rolled over to us. Now it was me and a bunch of kids I didn’t know. That seemed like a million years ago, not just one. When I played basketball before, our bright, new gym had been like home. One girl looked familiar-she might have been in one of my classes, although she didn’t use a wheelchair at school. Along with bouncing balls and kids talking, music was booming out of a speaker by the little set of bleachers-some awful, whiny song about Kansas City. The lights were on, but it still seemed kind of dark.Īnd it was noisy. I saw what looked like a big heater in the corner, but one hose was disconnected, and there were cobwebs all over it. It was cold outside, but it was colder inside. Inside, the gym wasn’t as bad as I expected-it was worse. I didn’t have much hope that this was going to work out, but I knew she did. Maybe it wasn’t too late for us to just start the car, drive back up the hill, and go meet Uncle Augie for breakfast at the Stack Shack. I’m pretty sure she could tell I wasn’t thrilled to be here. “Not much of a palace,” my aunt said jokingly. The heavy morning fog made the ugly old building look even gloomier. ![]() There was a bird’s nest inside the P and it looked like the sign hadn’t been lit in, like, fifty years. ![]() Above the double front doors was an old neon sign that said THE PALACE. It looked like a gigantic soup can cut in half the long way and dropped into the middle of a playground. Nothing here but some abandoned shops and warehouses, a few dumpy homes overrun with weeds, and a junky car here and there. I could feel it.īay City is a pretty small town, but in the year I’d lived here, I had never been to this part of it, down by the railroad tracks. A UNT R OSIE HADN’T EVEN PARKED THE VAN YET, AND I already wanted her to turn around and take us home. ![]()
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