Sparks Plantation

by fritzcatt@post.com

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Sparks Plantation (part 3)

Wednesday

Henry wanted to come along again. I didn't mind. He was no trouble... usually.

No one was at the creek. Henry and me shucked our clothes and waded into the water. This part of the creek was only knee-deep so I sat on a big sunken boulder and let the slow-moving cool water wash over me while Henry looked for crawfish.

"Amos!" Mister Sparks' sudden appearance made me jump. He always sounded happy to see me even though he saw me almost every day. I never got tired of hearing it though. He was just wearing underpants so I knew he came straight from the cabin. He dropped them and walked into the creek and lay in the water.

He asked me how I was doing, and I answered "well... alright... I spose." He could tell I had something on my mind. He playfully splashed me.

I could say anything to the Junior Sparks, even my deepest darkest secrets. But I was still embarrassed sometimes. "I don't want you to get jealous," I finally told him.

"uh-oh..." Then after a moment he said, "Well, my boy, I do feel jealous once in a while, just like you do, but I think it over, and work it out in my head." Then he added, "Do you know who I learned that from?"

I smiled. "Me?"

"That's right, my boy. I learned that from you."

I felt proud and I thought: this might be what it feels like for Aunty Rose.

"You can say anything to me, you know that," Mister Sparks said.

I looked around. Henry was busy taunting a crawfish. "I kissed Cuffee Joe," I finally confessed in a low voice, "on the mouth."

"Ohh, did ya now?"

I nodded. "I kissed him then I got scared and ran off... I don't know why I did it." Then I added, "The only one I kissed is you... 'til now."

He said, "You kiss your mama... Henry and Ruthy... "

I smiled. "That's different."

Mister Sparks said nothing for a few moments then finally said, "It's alright. Besides, I suspect I wouldn't be jealous, I'd just get a tickle watching the two of you kiss."

I looked over and saw Mister Sparks cover his hand over his growing willy. I snickered a little. Even the mention of boys kissing made him randy. Then, the longer I thought about that, the funnier it seemed, and I laughed even more. We both did. Then he said "Anyway, yer still my boy, right?"

I felt that familiar warm spot in my chest, "course I am."

Mister Sparks splashed me again.

Then I reminded him of the time we were hunting mushrooms, when I had said Miss Gamble had a big butt, because I was a little bit jealous.

"Yes, I recall that," he answered.

"Well, it seemed so crazy that I didn't even know I was jealous. And I know how you can't stand folks acting that way, so that's when I decided I would fix it, in my head. That's how I learned."

He didn't say anything for a few moments, then finally he said, "Well, now it's my turn to confess."

I looked at him, almost afraid of what he was about to tell me.

"I have to confess I was tickled that you were jealous... a little."

"You were? Why?"

He continued, "Don't get me wrong, I still don't like it, folks being jealous. It's ridiculous. But, I can't deny, it made me feel good for a second there."

I smiled at him, confused.

He added, "...then I came to my senses!" He splashed me again. I splashed him back.

Henry looked like he was trying to figure which direction it was safe to pee. He looked at the slow-moving water then finally aimed in that direction.

Mister Sparks said, "There ya go Henry!"

I heard a noise and looked up. Cuffee Joe and Robert appeared on the bank. Robert was only seven so he looked tiny by comparison. I was only a little taller than Robert so I could guess what I must have looked like standing on that crate kissing Cuffee Joe. I suddenly felt silly again.

Mister Sparks said, "Well whatta-ya-know, it's Cuffee Joe ... and Robert, hey there!"

They both said hi and asked if they could join in.

Mister Sparks answered, looking mostly at Cuffee Joe, "As long as both your mamas know you're here."

They both nodded yes and started pulling off their clothes.

"Then come on in boys." Mister Sparks grinned.

I stared at Cuffee Joe as he dropped his pants, revealing his naked body. I felt a flutter in my chest when I saw his willy. It had grown along with the rest of him. I didn't know why I felt so thrilled. I saw willies every day. Nathaniel's was bigger than Cuffee Joe's. Even though I was sitting in cool water, I felt my own willy tingle. I noticed Mister Sparks was watching him too, and from his expression, I guessed his willy was also tingling, same as mine. In my head I said... that settles it, getting jealous would be too confusing now.

Mister Sparks said "Cuffee Joe, my! You've been growin'!"

He answered, "That's what everyone tells me... I feel same as always though." He waded over to the rock I was sitting on and sat next to me. Mister Sparks looked at me and winked, secretly teasing me, which made me embarrassed.

Robert was instantly distracted by the crawfish Henry had cornered and crouched down in the water with him.

Cuffee Joe's leg was rested against mine and I was surprised how such an unimportant thing made me feel.

Henry said, "Amos, see?" and a crawfish was suddenly hanging in front of my face. I jumped... not because I was afraid of crawfish, but because it was a surprise, and I slipped backward off the rock into the water.

Everyone laughed, including Cuffee Joe, so I grabbed his arm and pulled him backward, and now he too was flailing in the shallow water. He laughed and splashed me and I splashed him back. It was a war.

After we calmed down, I realized I was staring at his willy. It was smaller than Mister Sparks' but much bigger than mine.

Mister Sparks spoke and I almost jumped again. He said "Amos, do you know what your mama did for me yesterday?"

I thought for a moment then shook my head no.

He explained that my mama had made a bucket of lemon sweet tea for him and left it down in the root cellar at the big Sparks' house all night, and a few minutes ago, one of the girls brought it over."...and it's right inside on the table, still ice-cold."

Robert's eyes grew big and he licked his lips.

We all stepped onto the bank and snatched up our clothes then headed toward the cabin. Robert just pulled his shirt on but nothing else. Henry wasn't wearing anything. The rest of us pulled on our underpants.

Then I heard "Wait up!" I turned around and saw Winston running toward us. As he got closer I saw his pants, feet, arms and belly were covered in dirt from the fields.

Mister Sparks said "Hold up, Winston, my..." I could tell he was about to say 'Winston my boy', but caught himself, maybe for my sake. It made me feel proud and special.

He ruffled Winston's head and said "Go sit in the creek and soak all that dirt off ya... then you can come on inside." Winston turned around and quickly walked down toward the creek.

Inside, Mister Sparks lined up six empty fruit jars, the extra was for Winston. He filled them with lemon sweet tea. Robert said "mmm" as he took a sip. It was almost as cold as the creek in January.

It was only a few minutes later when Winston ran inside the cabin, dripping wet, his pants wrapped around his waist instead of wearing them. He dropped them on the floor, standing naked, and shook his head like a dog. Henry and Robert squealed at getting sprinkled with water.

The lemon sweet tea was delicious. Within ten minutes, three of us were at the back of the house circled around the pee pail, and a few minutes after that, the others did the same.

Soon, Henry and Robert were lining up dominos on the floor, hoping to topple them in a spectacular display. Problem was, they never got far before they accidently knocked one down, which made them all fall of course, then they had to start over.

Winston was talking nonstop about their new 'kid' ... a baby goat. He said when it first came out of the mama, it couldn't stand up, but minutes later, it was trying to walk, all rickety and falling down, and when it cried, it sounded like a baby... a people-baby. Winston did his imitation of a baby goat, crawling around on all fours, bare-butt, swaying, teetering.

Robert jumped onto Winston's back and said "giddy-up, goat!"

"No, dummy!" Winston chided. "You can't ride a little baby goat!"

Robert answered, "You're the mama goat then."

Winston finally gave in and gave Robert a short ride.

Henry tried to copy Winston, tottering on all fours like a frail baby goat, saying "maaa... maaa..."

Then Robert said, "Henry, the mama goat is like a cow, you know? ...like the cow out back of your house? The baby is sposta suck the mama's milk."

Henry looked puzzled.

Robert, still riding Winston's back, pointed under Winston and said, "You're the baby, Henry... suck on mama's teat."

Henry looked under Winston's belly then looked at Robert like he was crazy and said, "nuh-uh!"

Robert climbed off and reached underneath Winston and held his willy. "Yes, it's right here, see?"

Henry laughed. So did the rest of us. It had turned into a naughty game, just that quick. Even though Robert was only seven, the Junior Sparks was rubbing off on him.

Mister Sparks was relaxing in his chair, watching, laughing. I was slouched back between his legs, leaning into him, also watching. His arms were circled around to my front and he played with the lump in my underpants.

Cuffee Joe was cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with the dominos and watching the other boys.

Robert said, "Henry, go ahead, suck on mama's teat!"

Henry leaned his head way under Winston's belly and closed his mouth around his willy, pulling it.

"Ow!" Winston squealed, "my teat!"

More laughter from everyone.

Robert kept it going. "Like this..." He crawled underneath Winston, craned his head up and sucked Winston's willy into his mouth and bobbed his head like a baby goat sucking on its mama. Henry crawled back under Winston, bumping Robert then pushed his face up and sucked on Winston's willy again, bobbing his head like he was trying to get milk. We were all laughing. Jojo's hand was closed over the lump in his underpants. My own willy was hard and Mister Sparks slid my underpants all the way down then continued playing with it.

But Henry could never do anything for more than a minute before he'd get distracted by something else. Winston crawled back over to the Dominos and started lining them up again. Henry and Robert soon followed. Jojo helped the boys gather up the stray dominos.

Mister Sparks said, "Hold up there, Cuffee Joe... at the creek, I thought I saw some curls growing down there."

He stood in front of Mister Sparks and saw where Mister Sparks was looking then smiling bashfully, he lowered the front of his underpants a little, revealing the start of a patch of hair. Mister Sparks said "Look at that, growin' up fast." The attention given to Jojo must have got to him because the lump started growing. We watched it get bigger until it made a tent in his underpants. Mister Sparks reached out and felt the pole, playing with it. His other hand was still playing with mine. He said, "...and just look how big it can get now."

Jojo laughed a little, looking embarrassed, but giddy.

Mister Sparks moved his hand lower. "And these are probably making cream already."

Cuffee Joe still sounded both shy and excited. "A little."

Mister Sparks got up from his chair and herded me and Jojo back to other room with the giant goose-down bed. He slid Cuffee Joe's underpants down then pushed them aside. His stiff willy was pointing straight out, and his balls, which had been small and tight in the cool creek water just a few minutes ago, were big and hanging lower. Mister Sparks sometimes said, "The hotter it gets, the lower they hang." And he was right.

I jumped onto the bed like I owned it. Then Jojo did the same. We both rolled around, enjoying the feeling of the soft bed on our skin. Then we sat against the wall. Jojo put his arm around me, looking bashful and smiling. Mister Sparks pulled off his own underpants then got on the bed and crouched down in front of us, reached out and played with our willies.

But he soon stopped and said "I smell vanilla." He sniffed. "Is that vanilla I smell on you Cuffee Joe?"

Jojo smiled nervously and said "Well, my mama puts vanilla behind her ears when she goes to Sunday meetin'. It makes her smell good, so I thought I'd try it."

Mister Sparks leaned forward close to Jojo and smelled, and then he tasted his earlobe, making Jojo giggle and hunch his shoulders.

"Mm... that's vanilla alright." Then he said, "Wait a minute." He climbed off the bed and walked naked to the back of the house, his stiff willy bouncing as he walked, and returned with a couple of little tiny corked bottles. One was fancy green-colored glass. He put a dab on the end of his finger and touched my earlobe. "Try it," he said to Cuffee Joe.

Jojo leaned over to me and tasted my earlobe. It was hard not to laugh, not just because it tickled, but because of the silliness. "Mint!" Jojo said. Then he tasted it again. I noticed his willy twitching.

Then Mister Sparks put another dab on his finger and smeared it onto Cuffee Joe's lip. "Taste it, Amos. It's good."

I hesitated. I could feel my face get warm with embarrassment. We were just playing a game, no doubt about it, but I didn't want Mister Sparks to see me kiss someone else.

"It's okay, my boy." He winked at me. I looked at Jojo and smiled nervously. Mister Sparks was rubbing his own willy now, watching us.

Jojo said with a sly look, "You just want to see me and Amos kiss." We all three knew this was true and we laughed.

"You caught me! But, well, I like to play, is all."

"Me too," Jojo answered, grinning.

I giggled nervously and leaned over to taste Jojo's lip. It tasted minty.

"Good, huh?" said Mister Sparks.

I nodded yes, licking my lips. "A might stronger than the sweets though."

"It's extract, the potent kind," he answered. "Try some more," and he dabbed a little more on both of Cuffee Joe's lips.

I put my hand under his chin, leaned into him and softly kissed his mouth. He kissed me back.

Mister Sparks rubbed our willies and watched.

Again and again I kissed him softly on the lips. He had never kissed anyone before, I could tell, but I got the feeling he liked it as much as I did. I felt his hand rub up and down my chest and belly. He was breathing a little faster now and I reached over with my other hand, touching him and feeling him. I tasted the mint again, sucking on his bottom lip. I felt his tongue touch mine. I did the same to him.

I suddenly felt his hand wrap around my hard willy, sliding it up and down as we kissed. I copied him and did the same, finding myself thrilled by the feel of it. Mister Sparks moved his own hand out of the way... I almost forgot he was there. The thought ran through my head, 'it's true... Cuffee Joe isn't like the other boys. He's like me... and Mister Sparks.'

Our mouths were locked together now, kissing like Mister Sparks and me did. I was feeling more and more like someone else was in charge of my body. And, without planning to, I pulled away and bent over into his lap and slid my mouth over his stiff willy, going down until most of the pole was in my mouth. It touched the back of my throat. At that moment, I wished I could swallow it, the whole thing. And his balls. And his whole body. I pumped my head up and down on his pole, wishing he would hump me.

But then I came back to myself, like waking up from a dream, and I stopped. I sat up and looked at Mister Sparks. He looked thrilled, rubbing his willy hard. I started to feel a little silly.

Then Cuffee Joe, without warning, pushed me onto my back and crawled on top of me. He was bigger and heavier but I didn't care. My legs were sprawled open and his legs were lying between mine. He resumed kissing me like before but now he was humping and sliding his stiff willy against mine, and up my belly. I wrapped my legs and arms around him. I wanted him to keep kissing me and humping me. He was breathing even harder now. He kissed and licked my lips and my tongue. I couldn't see Mister Sparks, but I assumed he was rubbing himself like crazy.

Then I heard my little brother's voice, "Dey kithin."

And then I heard Winston and Robert giggling. This was a new sight, for everyone.

I heard Winston whisper, "Why they kissin'?"

Cuffee Joe stopped and slid off me, smiling, but looking embarrassed.

Mister Sparks quickly smoothed it over, "because I put some of this on Cuffee Joe's lips for Amos to taste." He uncorked the little bottle again, touched his finger to the top, and then touched Winston's lip. Winston smacked his lips and said "Mint!" Then he said, "ohh, that's why." As if the kissing now made sense. It was a strange thing when I thought of it... apparently, boys sucking on willies was normal thing, but kissing was just crazy! I supposed that was true, but I didn't know why it was true. Of course there was more to me and Jojo kissing than the mint, but Mister Sparks didn't try to explain that part, and neither did I.

The smell of mint was impossible to ignore, drawing Henry closer. He had handfuls of dominos, refusing to leave them behind. He set them up on the bed to free his hands, climbed up then reclaimed the dominos.

Mister Sparks corked the little bottle then reached down and set it next to the bed then snatched up the other tiny bottle. This one was orange-colored glass. He pulled the cork off and waved it around in front of our faces. "Peach!" Cuffee Joe said. The mouth-watering smell filled the air. Winston climbed onto the bed with the rest of us.

"mmm" everyone said at the same time.

I read the label. "Peach Extract."

"It's strong. Extract goes a long way. Ordered it from Atlanta," he explained. Then he said, "Cuffee Joe, here, taste it." Mister Sparks dabbed some on his finger and reached over and touched it on my willy. We all laughed, instantly reminding us we were still in Mister Sparks' game. I knew that Jojo had sucked willies at least once before, the last time he was here. He grinned bashfully then leaned over my lap and slid his lips around my willy and sucked on it. It felt wonderful. The fact that it was Jojo doing it made it different. He stopped, looked up and smacked his lips. He made a sour-face and said, "peachy." We laughed again. His head lowered and I felt my willy slide back into his warm mouth.

Mister Sparks watched Jojo suck on me for a bit. I watched him too.

When I finally looked up again, Mister Sparks was up on his knees. Winston was standing up beside Mister Sparks in the bed. His arm was around Winston's legs. He touched the top of the bottle then dabbed here and there on Winston's willy. Then he licked all Winston's parts and smacked his lips. "Mm, that's tasty!" Then he said to Robert and Henry, "You boys want a taste?" They both shook their heads yes. He got more peach on his finger but dabbed it onto his own willy this time. I chuckled to myself. He dabbed and smeared the peach here and there, on the swelled-up head, and up and down the pole, and even smeared a little on each ball.

I looked down again at Jojo's head in my lap and rubbed it. I was certain now that he didn't need peach extract. It wasn't the same as Winston or Nathaniel sucking on me... they didn't mind doing it, but Jojo was randy for it, just like I was. I could tell the difference.

Robert crawled nearer to Mister Sparks' peach flavored willy. Even from over here, the peach smelled delicious. Robert wasn't shy. He has sucked Mister Spark's willy before, and so had Henry. Robert touched his tongue to the pole then smacked his lips. "Peaches!" Robert said to Henry. Then he licked up the pole. Henry scooted closer to Mister Sparks then moved his face in next to Robert's and also touched his tongue to Mister Sparks' willy. And just like Robert, he smacked his lips, tasting the peach. Both of them licked up and down the pole, stopped and made a sour-face, then licked more. Mister Sparks spread his legs a little farther apart. Henry followed the peach taste down to Mister Sparks' big fuzzy balls, collecting peach flavor on his tongue.

Mister Sparks turned his head toward Winston and sucked on his willy for a bit then went back to watching Robert and Henry.

Jojo sat up and watched the little ones lick Junior Sparks' willy; his hand was absently rubbing over my thighs. I moved my hand to his stiff pole and rubbed it up and down.

A string of clear cream was dripping from the tip of Mister Sparks' swelled up cock-head. He touched the top of the peach bottle then smeared it around the tip and offered the dripping knob to Robert who didn't hesitate to slurp on it. Then he put more peach on his finger and, once again, he smeared a little on each ball. Henry cupped one of the balls in his hand and licked it all over then did the same to the other one.

Watching all this must have gotten to Jojo. Besides that, I was still moving my hand up and down his stiff pole. It was throbbing now. He bent his head back down into my lap and went back to sucking on me. I felt his tongue moving and sliding. He was excited. I kept rubbing his head.

Mister Sparks suddenly looked like he was unable to stay calm and started pumping his willy with his hand. Henry still held one of the balls, waiting for them to stop bouncing. Mister Sparks turned and sucked on Winston's willy again for a few seconds as he pumped himself.

Then a minute later, he held his palm right above the tip of his swelled up cock-head. Splat! Cream squirted against his hand. Then it squirted a couple of more times. Robert and Henry watched the cream erupt out of the tip and pour down the pole and over the fuzzy balls. Henry moved his hand. It looked like a lot of cream, even for him. He shuttered and sprinkled a few drops of peach onto his cream-coated cock as more flowed out. He swirled his fingertip through it and it all mingled together. He touched a fingertip of peach-flavored cream to Robert's lips. Robert smacked his lips, and then he leaned forward and touched his tongue to the cream-coated willy and smacked his lips again, seeming to consider the taste, then he slid his tongue up the creamy pole. Henry also leaned in and tasted the peach-flavored cream then he too licked up and down the pole, then down to the dripping balls where most of the peach flavored cream gathered. Mister Sparks slid his wet willy into Robert's mouth. Henry held onto the balls and licked the cream until, finally, there was no more cream left. Robert let go and wiped his wet mouth across his arm. Henry didn't bother. He just licked his lips.

Mister Sparks slid his hand over Henry's wet chin then grabbed Him, Robert and Winston laid them down on the bed, then he leaned over them and sucked on their willies, moving from one to the other.

Jojo finally sat up again. None of the other boys were looking at us, so I leaned over and kissed his lips. His teenaged-sized willy was pointing up, twitching. He kissed my neck and under my chin. I scooted over to the wall and leaned against it then pulled him toward me until he was up on his knees, straddling me, like Mister Sparks had done. His stiff pole was pointed in my face, twitching and throbbing. I held onto his butt and pulled him toward me and his big pole slid into my mouth. Even though it was much bigger than mine or Winston's, I could get a lot of it into my mouth, more than I could Mister Sparks'. I loved how it felt moving over my lips. I loved the way he tasted, and smelled. I kept pulling him toward me, in and out until he started humping me. He pet my face a moment but then held his hand under my jaw as the big pole pumped in and out. I loved that it was Jojo doing this.

I slid my hands under his balls. They were so big compared to mine and the skin was so soft. A minute later I let him slip from my mouth.

I looked over at the other boys again. It appeared Mister Sparks had made Henry tickle already; he was pushing his hips up against Mister Sparks' face.

I quietly asked Jojo, "You really have cream in these?"

He nodded yes and said "Want to taste it?"

I nodded yes. He started pumping himself with his hand. I held one of his balls as I watched him. I leaned in and kissed it. He was watching me closely, so I kissed the other one. His hand was pumping faster. He looked so determined. And in what seemed like no time at all, his face became strained like he was lifting something heavy... I could tell that he was almost there. He slid the round head between my lips and said, "Here you go, Amos," and his warm cream squirt into my mouth. He had told Mister Sparks he had "a little," but there was more than just a little ... not as much as Mister Sparks of course, and it wasn't as thick as Mister Sparks' cream, but there was enough to give me a big drink of it. I rubbed his balls as the rest flowed out. It didn't taste as strong as Mister Sparks' either. "Do you like it?" He whispered. I shook my head yes as I swallowed it. He finally pulled away, falling off me onto the bed, breathing hard.

After a few moments, he propped his head up onto his hand and said quietly, "What did it taste like?"

He still had a little dribbling out the tip of his willy. I touched it to my finger and then touched it to his lips. He smacked his lips but then just shrugged.

"What about you?" he finally said. "Want me to do yours?"

"Naw," I answered, "we can wait a bit. I know how it feels right after you tickle... you're not randy again for a while."

We looked over at the other boys. Henry was now lying on his side, playing with the dominos. Mister Sparks usually had to wait a while before he was ready to play more, but he had already gotten Robert and Winston to take turns sucking on his floppy willy.

I laid back, propped up on my elbows.

Jojo said quietly, "Did you like kissin'?"

I answered him, "Did you?"

"Yes."

"Me too," I whispered back.

Mister Sparks looked at me then he leaned over to Robert and whispered something in his ear. Robert crawled over to me and lowered his face to my willy and sucked it into his mouth. Mister Sparks had told him to do it, no doubt. He must have heard me and Jojo talking... I hadn't got to tickle yet.

Robert was pretty good at it. He never really struck me as being randy to suck on boys' willies, but neither did he ever hesitate. It was like, he didn't mind doing it any more than he minded getting dressed in the morning, or minded sucking on his own finger. And for some nonsense reason, thinking about this made me want to hug him.

All these feeling were confusing... the way I felt about Jojo, and Mister Sparks of course. But now, for the first time, I felt I something for Robert. But that made me feel like I was betraying Jojo, and thinking of Jojo made me feel like I was betraying Mister Sparks.

I clenched my eyes shut to chase the crazy thoughts away and I concentrated on the feeling of my willy inside Robert's warm mouth.

I felt the bed move... Mister Sparks had crawled over to us. He said "Here's an idea..." He picked up Robert like he weighed nothing at all, and laid him on his side. Then he did the same to me, but laid me in the opposite direction. Robert's floppy little willy was in front of my face, and vice versa. It was always funny the way Mister Sparks did this... putting us boys in this or that position so that he could watch us do naughty things to each other. It was clear he wanted to watch Robert and me suck each other at the same time. So I sucked his floppy little willy into my mouth. A moment later, I felt Robert do the same.

I heard Henry laugh, apparently amused by our crazy position.

Robert and I both kept on going, and few minutes later, I got a surprise... Robert had made me tickle. Usually it took Mister Sparks to do that. I felt my willy twitch and throb but I was careful not to push too hard against Robert the way I did Mister Sparks.

I decided I was going to do the same for him and I concentrated on making his willy tickle. It took quite a while. My mouth was achy and I almost gave up, but he finally began humping faster and pushing harder against me. Then he stopped moving and I felt his stiff willy swell and twitch in my mouth.

Afterward, I felt good, but sleepiness took over, as usual, and I drifted off for a short while. So did Henry and Robert.

Later, Mister Sparks gave each of us boys a large coin. I saw Jojo's eyes widen. It was a one-dollar coin this time... the most he'd even given us... and more money than some grown-ups made.

Winston also smiled big. "Thank you Mister Sparks!"

Mister Sparks answered "I trust y'all to share that with your brothers and sisters." All the boys answered at the same time. "Yesa." Henry didn't really know the value of a whole dollar but clenched it tight in his hand anyway. Mister Sparks said "Henry, share that with your mama and Ruthy." Henry nodded sincerely.

When the other boys were outside, I hugged Mister Sparks a long time. Then I took Henry's hand and we walked home.

Continued