When my mother told me about Mr. Peridine’s accident, I was not sure that I wanted to help him. He had been very angry when my baseball had accidentally broken his window. But you never know how things affect people or why they act the way they do. Things just aren’t always what they seem to be.
Mom said, “Joey, it would be kind if you offered to read his newspaper to him. The accident has affected his vision.” The next morning I knocked on his door.
I held up the paper and told him my mom thought he might like me to read it to him. Mr. Peridine acted surprised but opened the door.
“Would you like juice?” he offered, as he poured a glass for himself.
“No, thank you,” I said.
“Let’s sit in the den and see what it says