The monkey doesn’t live there anymore. And it was then we took over the garden. Who was it that said I was getting too old to play the games? Who was it I didn't listen to? I wanted to run through the monkey garden, not like Sally who screamed if she got her stockings muddy.
So, I just left. But when I got back...
Sally, come on.
I'm staying here.
...Sally was pretending to be mad...something about the boys having stolen her keys.
You can't get the keys back unless you kiss us.
How come I felt angry inside? Like something wasn't right.
I ran up three flights of stairs where Tito lived.
Your son and his friends stole Sally's keys and now won't give them back unless she kisses them!
Those kids. What do you want me to do, call the cops?
Sally needed to be saved. I picked up three sticks and a brick and I figured that'd be enough.
Leave us alone!
They all looked at me as if I was the one that was crazy and made me feel ashamed. I had to run away.
I had to hide myself at the other end of the garden, in the jungle part, under a tree that wouldn't mind if I lay down and cried a long time. I looked at my feet. They seemed far away. They didn't seem to be my feet anymore. And the garden that had been such a good place to play didn't seem mine either.