The Watsons Go To Birmingham - 1963, Kitty Love [good books for 8th graders txt] 📗

It was one of those super-duper-cold Saturdays. One of those days that when you breathed out your breath kind of hung frozen in the air like a hunk of smoke and you could walk along and look exactly like a train blowing out big, fat, white puffs of smoke. 

It was so cold that if you were stupid enough to go outside your eyes woul automatically blink a thousand and one times all by themselves, probably so the juice inside of them wouldn't freeze up. It was so cold that if you spit, the slob would be an ice cube before it hit the ground. It was about a zillion degrees below zero.

It was even cold inside our house. We put sweaters and hats and scarves and three pairs of socks on and still were cold. The thermostat was turned all the way up and the furnace was banging and sounding like it a about to blow up but it still felt like Jack Frost had moved in with us. 

All of my family sat real close together on the couch under a blanket. Dad said this would generate a little heat but he didn't have to tell us this, it seemed like the cold auto matically made us want to get together and hunddle up.

Publication Date: 11-12-2013

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