The cars and horns. The colors combining. My lack of strength. Everything tried to keep me from getting home. But I made it. Finally the huge glass doors were in front of me. Through the glass I saw Harold. I pushed hard. "Help me," I wanted to say. But I couldn't say anything. "Oh Jimmy. A dark, curly-haired boy left this envelope for you. He said to tell you- My God My boy - what's wrong here? Somebody help me He's fainted The boy is sick Call Mr. James upstairs. Someone please There's something wrong with Jimmy."
The cars and horns. The colors combining. My lack of strength. Everything tried to keep me from getting home. But I made it. Finally the huge glass do...
