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Eravamo alla metà di giugno, eppure il cortile era ricoperto da un soffice tappeto di foglie morte che si sbriciolavano sotto i piedi, man mano che risalivamo il viale verso la casa, con uno scricchiolio che non esiterei a definire sinistro...
108 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 1992







“Your basketball is packed in one of these cartons,” Dad was saying. Then Josh said something. Then Dad said, “How should I know which one?” Then Josh said something. Then Dad said, “No, I don’t have time to look now. Believe it or not, your basketball isn’t at the top of my list.”