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Show in my father's house/ 14 2 yard. The children stopped about twenty feet away and stared as the two LeBaron men got out of their truck, and fiercely slammed their doors. Then they strode to the backend of the truck and sat on the gravel, leaning against the flopped-down tailgate. Aunt Gerda hurried out the back door of the white house, letting the screen door crack the silence. Aunt Elsa gasped and locked the screen, while Aunt Gerda marched directly toward the men, seeming in control of the situation, as usual. But I noticed that she halted a good ten feet away from them. "Hello Ben. Hello Ervil. How are you boys?" The two men didn't even glance at her. Aunt Gerda waited, hand on hip. She wasn't used to being ignored. "Well, what do you want?" Ben picked up a handful of gravel and put it in his mouth. He began to spit pebbles out, aiming at the house. Ervil did the same, but he put the pebbles in one at a time so that he could spit them a lot further. Then he began to throw them. Some of the rocks hit the window. Aunt Gerda retreated. "Call Rulon," she ordered Aunt Elsa. I couldn't stop staring at the two men. I had never seen a grown man put rocks in his mouth. I moved a little closer to the truck, wanting to see their faces more clearly. Ben saw me and spit all his pebbles into his hand. Drool seeped through his fingers. |