Where Do You Stop? Chapter 29 begins: ONE AFTERNOON, when I got home from school, I found a stack of cartons just inside the front door. Each of them was addressed to me. I rarely got mail of any kind—I was still a child, after all—and packages were rarer still, so the arrival of these packages would have been an unexpected treat if I hadn’t been expecting it, which I had been ever since the night when, sitting at the top of the stairs out of my parents’ sight, listening to the television show they were watching, I had heard them discussing the idea of buying me the encyclopedia I’d been lobbying for and, to my astonishment, deciding in favor of it.
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Where Do You Stop? Chapter 29 begins: ONE AFTERNOON, when I got home from school, I found a stack of cartons just inside the front door. Each of them was addressed to me. I rarely got mail of any kind—I was still a child, after all—and packages were rarer still, so the arrival of these packages would have been an unexpected treat if I hadn’t been expecting it, which I had been ever since the night when, sitting at the top of the stairs out of my parents’ sight, listening to the television show they were watching, I had heard them discussing the idea of buying me the encyclopedia I’d been lobbying for and, to my astonishment, deciding in favor of it.