The Report Card by Lee Carey (best book reader TXT) 📗

A long pause.

“I see. So, he received D’s and not B’s?

“Yes. I’m looking at B’s. Well, Mr. Schmidt,I’m sorry to have bothered you. I’ll handle him on my end, and youdo what you have to on your end. Thank you, sir. Good-bye.”

I heard the receiver land in the cradle.Sounded like a bomb. Then, my dad said, “Margaret, takeBetty Ann and Johnny up to Powell’s Drug Store and get them a milkshake.”

Of course, my perfect little brother andsister giggled and hopped up the like coiled springs.

“Bobby, go to your bedroom and wait for me,”Dad said in his normal voice.

“Yes, sir,” I mumbled, pushing from thefloor on rubber legs.

As I bring this escapade to an end, let mesay, I received one of the worst ‘belt on the butt’ whippings I’veever had. I was restricted for six weeks, no sock hops, no phoneprivileges, and lots of farm work and homework. I completed extracredits in class, studied hard, and got my grades up to B’s for thefinal grading period. I did play summer baseball. We finished insecond place to the Creeds Indians. It was a great summer, and Ilearned a lot. One: Be honest. Two: My dad was a wise man. I’llalways love him. And I miss him every day.

THIS GRADING PERIOD HAS ENDED.

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