“They just needed to know who was the captain,” Leo said.
“Okay,” Leo whispered back. He turned the sock around and shoved his right toes into the heel. It was a lumpy, angry fit. The toe seam bunched under his arch. The rocket ships were now pointing sideways, exploding toward his ankle. socks for 4
Leo stood up. He wiggled his left toes. He stomped his right heel. Then he ran down the hallway, his sock-feet sliding on the wood floor, and he shouted, “BLAST OFF!” “They just needed to know who was the captain,” Leo said
Leo looked at his feet. His left foot and right foot were also twins. They were best friends. They walked together, jumped together, and kicked the same soccer ball. It was a lumpy, angry fit
Leo looked at his feet. The rocket socks were smiling. He could tell, even though socks don’t have mouths.
The left sock wiggled. It did not want to be left. It wanted to be right.