The Canopy

I had been hoping all afternoon that Clark would drop the subject of the canopy because I knew as a matter of absolute fact that Freddy didn't have one. It was in the loft of the barn where his father had stored items of special interest from the salvage yard he'd owned. In all the rainy afternoons we'd spent fooling around up there, I must have seen it a hundred times. Though, having no use for it, not even recognizing what it was, I'd never taken note. The canopy was smaller than our plans specified, but the plans could be changed. All we had to do was keep having days like this and soon the pieces would all come together and we