L is for
Leslie
•~ He paused in mid-air like a
stop action TV shot and turned, almost losing his balance, to face the questioner,
who was sitting on the fence, nearest the old Perkins place, dangling bare
brown legs. The person had jaggedy
brown hair
cut close to its face and wore one of those blue undershirtlike tops with faded jeans cut off above the
knees. He couldn’t honestly tell
whether it was a girl or a boy. (p.20)