He looked for a sinner in every crevice and corner of his town but found not one.
Summer vacation had finally arrived—what Tom Sawyer had long anticipated. But as luck would have it—or not have it—he contracted the measles. What more could ruin summer fun? For two weeks, he languished in bed, between consciousness and unconsciousness. He longed to get outside and do what he always did: let his imagination run wild. And he missed his girlfriend—or the one he hoped would be his girlfriend. She had left for a nearby town to spend her summer vacation there.
When, at last, he finally recovered from this wretched disease for which there was no cure but time and Aunt Polly’s homemade remedies, he escaped the house and made his way out to look for some of his fun-loving, sinful friends. Some that he could smoke, chew, steal, drink, and curse with. But what he discovered wasn’t what he expected.
