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During that last winter Marion was in the third grade of The Latin School, just around the corner from us, on Division Street. She was considered old enough to go back and forth by herself while I as a beginner still in kindergarten, had to be brought & called for by the nurse. This arrangement permitted my sister to qualify for the racy life of the shops around the corner where you could get candy, chewing gum and dill pickles and for the alleys of our area where you went in the company of your peers to crossed out: eat enjoy them. I used to sit on the window seat in the bay window with Mother, waiting for Marion to turn the corner on her way home to luncheon, trailing the glories of her double life behind her. One day she brought home a statuette she had modelled in school. It represented Montezuma who was crossed out: it was the last Inca of Peru, and he was standing up and his cloak was flying in the wind, an effect