The young boy who was seated below was seated with his parents and his older brother Dickie. He was maybe seven years old and had a flair about him which did not jibe with the rest of his family's down home style. Born Jeffrey, he had changed the spelling to Geoffrey to accent his adopted persona which was akin to an english arisocracy. Geoffrey sewed his own clothes which he scounged for out of the dipsy dumpsters of Hancock Fabrics in Roebuck Shopping Center. He really stood outin his charcoal gray knockers and ox blood and blue lively ascotts.
As the racket ceased from up above, Geoffrey felt sorry for the young bus boy. He pushed around his dry noodles with his chopstick.
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