For my friend Sarah,
spelled with an h.
When I was a child and over at my grandparents', my
grandmother would often get down from a tin on the top shelf of a tall closet a
plastic bag of licorice allsorts. Each one was different: some were short
cylinders of black licorice, others were more like fat coins coated with blue
beads, still others were square-shaped like small sandwiches. Some I liked and
some I didn't like, but somehow they all seemed to belong together. The
sandwich-squares, which combined three different colours and flavors in one bite
(or two, if I wanted to make them last longer), were my favorites. They still
are, but now I eat and enjoy every kind: and they do all belong together.
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The Young Man Who Wanted to Get Rich
Original copyright © 1997 by Edward Hewlett.