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Show Blue Run/62 "Nigh?" "Nigh " I'd never cooked pumpkin seeds, nor considered the possibility of the using the word nigh or consulting spirits on game room boards Joey'd camped out in the back yard a few times with Melody Had they practiced witchcraft? Satan worship? Sex? Some Catholic version of the three combined? "So Melody, how's it going to happen." She looked at me through pale blue eyes, little yellow flecks all lit up "Like a thief in the night," she said. "You'll never know what hit you." Somebody down the street was burning pine needles, a bitter-sweet smell Not yet dark, the stray ghost already wandered Shelley, holding its daddy's hand in one hand and a plastic pumpkin bucket in the other. My first batch of oil-soaked seeds was already in the oven~an experiment on getting us into the next world~at 350 degrees. I was pregnant. Hadn't O.W. tried to make up for parking us on a railroad track and kicking doors down? He paid cash for a repo-convertible with good smelling seats and shiny bumpers, so nobody could look down their noses at me when I parked outside of Our Lady's, waiting for my son to walk out through the big oak double doors We had a house, with a pine thicket growing between us and Highway 40 Overpass which rolled West across Texas and New Mexico and Buddy Washer. "Boo." His voice came from around the corner. Joey said, "Daddy." And there was O.W., wearing one of those little silly Zorro masks, bizarre with his flattop. He laid this enormous bread bag at the foot of the table where some of the pumpkin goop had dripped. Out spilled a half-dozen of the most heavenly honeybuns. |