CHAPTER 12
Like I said, I didn’t know too much about being a flower swallow at first, but after that winter, I learnt so much I could probably go live in Boston Common right now and never get hungry or cold, except ’course I wouldn’t on account of me staying with Pastor now and him and Miss Sandy feeding me so good. Anyway, that winter I seen people starting to die, and you remember how much I hated looking on Grandmother’s body after it happened to her? Well, that’s another one of those things you get sorta used to even if you don’t ever think you could. But I noticed right away it was the flower swallows who stayed all by themselves that was dying the most. There were others that formed gangs — not the bad kind of gangs like the ones that the policeman preached to us about not joining b
