Museum

I walked through the park over to the museum even though I knew Phoebe wouldn’t be there. I knew that whole museum routine like a book. Our teacher Miss Aigletinger, took us there nearly every Saturday. We looked at the animals and the stuff the Indians made in ancient times. Pottery and straw and stuff like that. I remember after the Indian stuff, usually we went to see some movie in this big auditorium. The inside of the auditorium had such a nice smell. It always smell like it was raining outside. I loved that damn museum. You were only supposed to whisper. in that museum everything always stayed right where it was. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you’d be much older or anything. You’d just be different that’s all. You’d have an overcoat on this time. Certain things they should stay they way they are. When I got to the museum I couldn’t go inside. If Phoebe’d been there, I probably would have, but she wasn’t.