Unit 1: Vocabulary from Readings 4

The dark sky, filled with angry, swirling clouds, reflected Greg Ridley’s mood as he sat on the stoop of his building.

The dark sky, filled with angry, swirling clouds, reflected Greg Ridley’s mood as he sat on the stoop of his building.

But the principal had ended the suspense early when she sent the letter saying Greg would probably fail math if he didn’t spend more time studying.

He stood to go upstairs, thought of the lecture that probably awaited him if he did anything except shut himself in his room with his math book, and started walking down the street instead.

Down the block there was an old tenement that had been abandoned for some months.

Squinting, Greg could see an old table on its side against one wall, what looked like a pile of rags or a torn mattress in the corner, and a couch, with one side broken, in front of the window.

The person who called himself Lemon Brown peered forward, and Greg could see him clearly.

They used to say I sung the blues so sweet that if I sang at a funeral, the dead would commence to rocking with the beat.

“Throw down your money, old man, so I won’t have to bash your head in!”

A rush of warm air came in as the downstairs door opened, then there was only an ominous silence.

They saw the men who had tried to take the treasure sitting on the curb near the corner.