Oh. A WARM WIND JANET HARRIS is Spot? MY FRIEND GORDON SUE ANN SINGLETON BLOWS he said, bending his head over his cereal bowl and trying to see under the paper. “When I got up, it looked like cotton candy over the grey mountains. And when the sun got up, it shined through my window and made a warm place on my rug. Don’t you The sugar bowl’s shadow on the kitchen table looked like a troll’s head with a long face and big holes in his ears. Randy took a spoonful of sugar, put it on his oatmeal, and clanked the spoon into the bowl. A warm wind blows in my face, as | stand on the back porch and Where look at the white rose bush growing by the fence. The white rose reflects the sun light, making it whiter. | walk across the grass in trite anticipation. | lean to touch the rose. | see @ blemish on the petal. | touch the petal and suppose the rose is no good anyway. “You're not watching me,” Randy said for the fifth time during breakfast. He looked at his mother. She sat on a chair by the table reading her morning paper. She always read her morning paper and drank her coffee. Randy thought, “I wish her paper would blow away.” She picked up her paper and sipped her coffee. page of her paper. “Did you see the new rose in the garden this morning? It looks like “| wish her coffee would cook away,” your black dress; but it’s pink, and Randy thought. “Mommie,” he whined. She didn’t answer. She only kept reading her morning paper and drinking her coffee. Randy stuck his finger into the green bowl and stirred the milk into his oatmeal. It felt smooth and stuck to his finger. He put his finger into his mouth and licked off the warm oatmeal. It tasted like the cookies Mrs. Knownski gave him after his lunch. He looked at his mother. She kept reading her morning paper and drinking her coffee. He put his spoon into the sugar has tiny drops of water on bowl, filled it, and poured it half on the table and half.on his oatmeal. She still read her morning paper. She just wouldn’t look at him. “Isn't the sun shining pretty today?” (14) like the sun, Mommie?” he asked putting his finger on the hollow of the spoon and making the handle go around. “Mmm,” “Mmm,” head, move she answered, she but Randy meant replied turning the it it.” moving her couldn’t tell if the yes or no. He picked up his spoon and ate a spoonfull of oatmeal. “Mommie, talk to me,” he said. “Mmm,” she said turning the page of her newspaper and folding it backward. | “Talk to me,” he said clanking his spoon on the edge of the bowl. He thought, “Tell me, ‘Be still!’ ” She put down her newspaper and began to take the pink curlers from her hair. “Randy, honey,” she said in her licorice voice, “you know mommie can’t talk now. She has to get ready to meet Daddy downtown. Run along now and play, but stay where Mrs. Knownski. can see you.” (15)