CHAPTER 11
So that’s how I become a flower swallow, and it’d be nice to say it got easier after that first day going house to house, except that’s not what happened. Winter was coming fast, and everyone was scared on account of how poor the harvest had been. ’Course the Dear Leader and his men were supposed to send food to us folks up north, except they didn’t, and so everything was kinda crazy, like it was on that day when you was sick and we had a substitute teacher and Chuckie Mansfield ... Well, I’m guessing the fill-in teacher told you all about that, and if he didn’t, I don’t wanna be the one to tattle, so never mind. All I’m meaning to say is people were acting even more anxious than normal on account of the snow coming soon and there being no food to last until spring and even the
