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Show weak compared to hers and Jeffrey's. "We got to be quiet," I said. "If we aren't quiet, he'll be able to find us." "The gun," Jeffrey said. "Get your Daddy's gun." Then without waiting for me to answer he rolled from under the bed. I heard the drawer slide open, then shut again. "Here," he said, poking me in the side with it. "Hey! Don't give it to me," I said. "You keep it. It's your daddy who's teaching you to shoot, not mine." "Not until I'm twelve," he said. He poked hard again, in the ribs. "Now I'm never gonna get to join the FBI and catch killers and robbers and have my pitcher in the paper everday." "Oh, you'll get your picture in the paper alright," I said, "'cepting they won't know which part is us and which part is you, when that werewolf gets through." Downstairs there was a loud scraping noise and then a bump. A howl split the air and the hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. Kelly was sobbing,both of her hands over her mouth so as not to make any noise. Her elbow was digging into my neck and her knee was in my back, but I didn't even care. "He's in," Jeffrey said and he started to cry. "Here take this gun," he said in a high voice and he put the gun on my stomach. I had never touched Daddy's gun before, That was the rule. If we was to touch it, he would tear us up and we knew that. So I was surprised how heavy it was. I held it in my hand and pointed in the direction I thought the door was. •12- |
