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Show pajamas. I could see he had on a necklace of dirt beads and crunched up leaves and a few sticks were hanging from his shirt. He wiped the back of one hand across his mouth where chocolate ice cream had left a sticky moustache. "Come over here and sit with us," I said. He came over and stood between us. Jeffrey is the only kid who can stand between two people and block the television on both sides. Me and Kelly have talked about it allot and we still can't figure out how in the world he does it. "I'm going to be fKith the FBI when I grow up," he said, "and catch outlaws and murderers and killers and put them in jail and get my name &nd pitcher in the newspaper everyday. A gen-u«-wine hero." "Oh?" said Kelly. Then she looked over at me. "After the werewolf movie there's a movie about Frankenstein and Godzilla." "Oh boy," I said. "Mama left us some snacks. We can eat them all in hfe^e^hile we watch t.v." "And when I get to be twelve my Daddy's gonna teach me how to shoot a real gun." "Yeah," Kelly said. "But we'll have to be careful not to spill anything or Mama will harelip us." "Your daddy got a gun?" Jeffrey was looking down at Kelly with his eyes squinched up. "I think she bought fig newtons special for tonight. Man, do I love fig newtons." '•i "I know your daddy's got a gun. Where's he keep it hid?" A- |