one day after returning from clinton high school on the C trolley, i was engaged in conversation on vyse avenue by mrs. klover. our families had been acquainted since rogers place since i was six. i must have looked needy or she was lonely as she invited me up for an afternoon snack.. i declined and went home. i'm sure my mom was off doing something important at bloomingdales or something.
mr. klover died around 1941. i recall a fleeting moment of emotion seeing mike klover at ps 6 after i learned of his father's death. my mom was surprised when she went to the funeral services and saw that mrs. klover was sitting in the back while a different mrs. klover was sitting up front. a mystery.
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