The Boy Who Could Fly Page #5

You can't be in love with a retard.

lt's just not done.

Well, what if he's fooling?

What if...

a bad witch...

put an evil spell on Eric...

and all he needs...

is the kiss of a young maiden...

to turn him back into a prince?

That's beautiful.

'Bye, Geneva!

-'Bye, Milly!

-l love Geneva.

-l love you, too, Ma.

-Yeah, l know.

l love...

all the people...

in all the world.

l even love Louis tonight.

Are you mad at me, Mom?

No, l'll be mad at you in the morning

when you're sober.

-Are you going to call me?

-Yeah, l will.

Milly.

Can l see you, dear?

Okay. Just a second, Mrs. Sherman.

Not now, Eric.

l hear you've been helping Eric

in his gym class.

l just threw him the ball a couple of times.

-And you moved into the Patterson house.

-Yes.

-Have you met Eric's uncle?

-Yesterday.

Why don't you sit down, Milly?

Did he tell you that Eric could fly?

Yeah.

Then l guess you see

what kind of guardian he must be.

ln fact, if it hadn't been for my support...

the state institute

would have put Eric away long ago.

And that can't happen, Milly.

The state people mean well...

but Eric can't exist

in that kind of environment.

A while ago, his uncle went on a binge...

and they did put Eric away

for about a month.

He got sick...

very sick.

He was dying.

No one knew why, but l was convinced...

that he had just given up.

l promised them then

that l would watch over him.

But l can't be with him all the time.

Anyway...

l was hoping maybe you'd help.

l'll give you extra credits.

lt can be your science project.

l don't know anything

about those kind of kids.

You don't have to.

All you have to do is be yourself.

Besides, what l saw out there...

no doctor has ever been able

to do with him.

He was following you, mimicking you...

wanting to be like you.

Doctors haven't been able

to get a word out of him.

Maybe a friend could.

Mrs. Sherman said l should keep a journal.

So here it goes.

Day number one:

l sat in the back of the class with Eric

for about an hour today.

l figured that since he likes to copy me,

l could teach him stuff.

But, somehow, it's not that simple.

He really doesn't understand.

He doesn't see the words,

or even the book.

All he sees is me.

l have the same problem with him

in gym class.

He won't catch the ball or throw it.

He won't do anything on his own.

Milly.

Milly.

Say it.

Milly.

And, of course, he won't talk.

He won't smile, cry, or do anything,

unless he's mimicking me.

l have lunch with him every day.

Just him and me...

right there in the middle of the schoolyard.

l'm beginning to think

this is a big mistake.

lt's been two weeks since l started

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