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Show "And there's some potato chips too. Papa won't tell on us if we eat in here." "Naw, he'll eat with us." "Yep. Your daddy keeps that gun right next to the bed in the night stand. I think I'll take a look at it." I stared hard at Jeffrey. "We don't touch that gun," I said. Then we went in my room and pulled out all the toys. By the time Papa came home it was dark and Jeffrey had shot everything that moved and everything that didn't. He had tried three times to get upstairs to take a look at a 'real gun'. When Papa walked in we were fixing to watch Lon Chaney. All the lights were out and the three of us were huddled on the sofa, anxious to get scared to death. "What's this you're watching?" Papa said. "Shhh, Papa," Kelly said. "It's a scarey show. "Yeah," I said. "About werewolfs ripping people's guts out." "I got my gun right here,Papa," Jeffrey said. "Move over," Papa said, and sat down to eat and watch t.v. with us. After a few minutes Papa said, "You mean that man there turns into a woof and kills people? Why in the world does he do that?" " 'Cause a werewolf bit him one time and he never died," Kelly said. She was stuffing potato chips into her mouth. "Save me some," I said and pulled the bag from her. -5- |