Quaker

Time for supper announced mom and Gary come out of that pantry. Gary winced a 17 year old kid like him, like to be secretive. But it hadn't been easy. He'd been in the large converted pantry closet all day doing something and couldn't help but come out once or twice for black construction paper, white cardboard, staples, glue tape, you name it. Author dinners, Gary seem preoccupied, and mom noticed. She knows Gary had been spending twice as much time as usual at breakfast, but then rushing through his dinner to get back to his closet. Dad had just covered his usual tale of the day, all about business. Gary sisters giggled about this boiler that as soon as supper was cleared away, though Gary returned to the entranceway of the pantry, but then turn suddenly and said loudly show in 30 minutes. Show ask Mom What show show ask her sisters. Yet they were curiously in trance entranced by what he was up to back there, and they were soon ushered into a large pantry and sat on the floor. It was dark in there. Last came dad, his glasses perched on his nose, and mom soon joined him. Gary drew a curtain over the entrance and confronted his dubious family on the floor. Shutting off the light, he unveiled the stars. A gleam came from the dark and hundreds of pinholes carefully punched suddenly lit up. A sparkling wonder a light was within. Before his family could even react the gas was heard. The sky up above in the closet was transformed into a makeshift dome with paper and low glue and revealed the glory of the heavens. How on earth did you do this son his father asked from his place over by the entrance. Well started Gary and turned on the lights. There in front of them was a cylindrical star projector punched with hundreds of tiny star holes. Mom said Now wait, as she peered beyond Gary. Behind him on the floor. Were 10 other cylinders, all with the same wide brim headed, slightly grinning Quaker picture. Well said Gary to his mother rather sheepishly. planetariums are fun after all, but what I really like is my oats