![]() ![]() ![]() Mitchell stared at me and I stared at him, then he turned and walked away. Besides the fact I was a small-built boy, Mitchell was a year and some months older than me, a big boy too, stronger than most boys his age, and he could've broken me in two if he'd had the mind. Sure, I wanted to do something about it, all right, but I was no fool. "Ya wanna do somethin' 'bout it?"īut I said nothing. Just whopped me on the head! Course I jumped up mad. I recall one time in particular when I was about nine or so and I was reading beside a creek on my daddy's land, and Mitchell came up from behind me and just whopped me on the head. There were other boys too who picked on me, but Mitchell was the worst. ![]() Fact to business, there was a time it seemed like to me Mitchell Thomas lived just to taunt me. In the beginning the two of us didn't get along at all. ![]() Seeing that we were a long way from our Georgia home and both of us being strangers here in Mississippi, the two of us depended on each other and became as family. The two of us came into Mississippi together by way of East Texas, and that was when we were still boys, long after we had come to our understanding of each other. But in the end it was Mitchell Thomas and I who were most like brothers, with a bond that couldn't be broken. ![]()
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