Terry and I both rang Ray's back door bell. We had all agreed the night before that on Easter Sunday we would each wear a small flower in our lapels. Out came Ray with four large daffodils on his thin lapels. We all got as far as the alley behind the bowling alley. Ray went into a wild rage, tearing off his sports jacket, throwing it to the ground, jumping on it over and over again. He went home and his mother chased him around and around the dining room table with a broom.
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