Mr. V. T. Dacquino

Kiss the Candy Days Good-bye Mr. V. T. Dacquino

The cars and horns. The colors combining. My lack of strength. Everything tried to keep me from getting home. But I made it. Finally the huge glass doors were in front of me. Through the glass I saw Harold. I pushed hard. "Help me," I wanted to say. But I couldn't say anything. "Oh! Jimmy. A dark, curly-haired boy left this envelope for you. He said to tell you? My God! My boy ? what's wrong here? Somebody help me! He?s fainted! The boy is sick! Call Mr. James upstairs. Someone please! There's something wrong with Jimmy."