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Show Ferguson Lives Butch and Fenn Stories 3 2 "We're going to get in trouble for this one." "Yep," Butch says definitely. "At least I am. But old Budd is in trouble now. With me. He can come home and put out a fire and then it will be my turn. Then Ferguson can grow up, secretly, bigger than Tiny, and bite my father's head off some night and I'll be free." He laughs and adds: "These things are, of course, in the future." We slip back and hide in the weeds, their smell like danger, and Fenn says: "Budd's going to kill you for this." "Kill me?" Butch laughs; his eyes vanish and he rocks back and forth happily. He takes my shoulder for balance, and I see he is still laughing silently. "He may just kill me." So, that's it. We're waiting in the back weeds on the deepest summer night I have known, waiting for Butch's father to come home from the swing shift, so we can light the Studebaker into orange fire and race down the alley alive. Plunging through dark places at that speed will be like flying. |
