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Show in my father's house/ 91 climbing trees in his Sunday pants. He never seemed to be afraid. He shook his head. "It isn't Mama I'm worried about anyway. I just don't want them to find out about the family." I sighed and sat beside him. "Why can't we just tell everybody? Then we wouldn't have to keep it a secret anymore. We could go anywhere we wanted and do anything! Walk to Holladay by ourselves and get ice cream. Or go to the park! Wouldn't that be fun?" Danny turned on me, his eyes flashing. "Do you want Daddy to go to prison again?" he barked. I was sick with fright. "How could they do that?" Danny didn't answer. He climbed down and strutted away, slipping through the tall gate to the pasture and locking it behind him so I couldn't follow. I screamed after him. Finally I ran into the house and confronted my mother. She was practicing the piano, making long sweeps up and down the keyboard. I sat beside her on the bench and grabbed her wrists. "Can they arrest Daddy again?" "What makes you ask?" she said, closing her book of scales. Then she scrutinized me. "You haven't been telling anybody about the family, have you?" I shook my head. "Danny says Daddy could be sent to prison again." |