Four Passages From The Moon Over High Street When the world you're used to, that same old world you thought you knew so well, turns itself suddenly upside down, what can you do? Everything comes tumbling off the shelves of your expectations; nothing fits anymore. "This is Beatrice, Joe," said Aunt Myra. "She's just your age." "Hi," said Beatrice. As for Joe, all he could do was mumble. For Beatrice Sope was beautiful, with a round, clear face, and hair as dark and shiny as fine furniture. "I'm talking about the best of everything for that boy! For the rest of his life, he'll have all the money anyone could want! Why, to be rich--it's the American dream!" Myra switched on the engine of the car. "Time to head home," she said. "The sky will have to do without us for the rest of tonight." But the stars--and the moon--would still be there, Joe said to himself with satisfaction. They were always there, whether anyone looked at them or not. Excerpted from The Moon over High Street by Natalie Babbitt All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
