"Good grief!" said Douglas. "Let me sit down!"
They sat under an old oak tree on the side of the hill looking back at town, and the sun made large trembling shadows around them; it was cool as a cave in under the tree. Out beyond, in sunlight, the town was painted with heat, the windows all gaping. Douglas wanted to run back in there where the town, by its very weight, its houses, their bulk, might enclose and prevent John's ever getting up and running off.
"But we're friends," Douglas said helplessly.
"We always will be," said John.
"You'll come back to visit every week or so, won't you?"
"Dad says only once or twice a year. It's eighty miles."
"Eighty miles ain't far!" shouted Douglas.
"No, it's not far at all," said John.
"My grandma's got a phone. I'll call you. Or maybe we'll all visit up your way, too. That'd be great!"
John said nothing for a long while.
"Well," said Douglas, "let's talk about something."
"What?"
"My gosh, if you're going away, we got a million things to talk about! All the things we would've talked about next month, the month after! Praying mantises, zeppelins, acrobats, sword swallowers! Go on like you was back there, grasshoppers spitting tobacco!"
"Funny thing is I don't feel like talking about grasshoppers."
"You always did!"
"Sure." John looked steadily at the town. "But I guess this just ain't the time."
"John, what's wrong? You look funny.... "
John had closed his eyes and screwed up his face. "Doug, the Terle house, upstairs, you know?"
"Sure."
"The colored windowpanes on the little round windows, have they always been there?"
"Sure."
"You positive?"
"Darned old windows been there since before we were born. Why?"
"I never saw them before today," said John. "On the way walking through town I looked up and there they were. Doug, what was I doing all these years I didn't see them?"
"You had other things to do."
"Did I?" John turned and looked in a kind of panic at Douglas. "Gosh, Doug, why should those darn windows scare me? I mean, that's nothing to be scared of, is it? It's just ..." He floundered. "It's just, if I didn't see these windows until today, what else did I miss? And what about all the things I did see here in town? Will I be able to remember them when I go away?"
"Anything you want to remember, you remember. I went to camp two summers ago. Up there I remembered."
"No, you didn't! You told me. You woke nights and couldn't remember your mother's face."
"No!"
"Some nights it happens to me in my own house; scares heck out of me. I got to go in my folks' room and look at their faces while they sleep, to be sure! And I go back to my room and lose it again. Gosh, Doug, oh gosh!" He held onto his knees tight. "Promise me just one thing, Doug. Promise you'll remember me, promise you'll remember my face and everything. Will you promise?"