为妈妈扮靓（4）
the one mrs. knapp incident that raved in my memory didn’t happen at school, hoed school year. to celebrate the beautiful h the bright yelloreen of corn and e groups of children are and bird and leaf, every one of ly, mrs. knapp had explanations for. utterly untrafficked gravel and dirt roads that had been bulldozed4 just h for tractors or a single car to travel. there rain. a roadside, listening to the rustle of the h the gently crops. the cries of the croh, the trip had become repetitious—more fields, more crops, more birdcalls—and i, certainly among others, impatient. then, it happened：there, in the absolute middle of noht out of ht zone or a stephen king novel), on the side of another single-lane road hundreds of yards from anything that resembled civilization, stood an ice cream stand. nothing fancy, just a ht feet h, t a rizzled, but smiling, middle-aged man reeted each other as old friends. she turned to us and said each of us could have an ice cream cone, any flavor hts of chocolate or vanilla5 or ed among us. but , and the man scooped large scoops into h the fehtfully, then said, “ i think i’ll have a cone oing to eat a ten-scoop ice cream cone?
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