She nodded. “Just like a scout. My little scout.” And there was the tenderness in her voice that she had when he was small, the tenderness that she had when he was small and sick, with a cold, and she put her hand on his forehead, and the burning came into his eyes again and he had turned away from her and looked out the window, forgotten the hatchet on his belt and so arrived at the plane with the hatchet still on his belt.
Have students describe the relationship with his mom. Why does it allear so awkward and uncomfortable.
