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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 7 And here comes Tiny, clamboring through the little window like an ape being born, breaking all three panes and both cross pieces. He whips by us in a low slide, flinging glass upon us, flashing BUTCH, and slipping under the fence through his hole. Even with that hip he can move when he had to. "I think that cat had a limp." Fenn says. "Oh, you're crazy," Butch stands and walks over to the new hole in his basement. The desk lamp still shines on the empty bureau top. He returns. "You couldn't see that cat. He's fully recovered. His appetite has come back." We pick glass off our sleeping bags for a while and then get in them and then the lights inside Butch's house go out and the neighborhood grows real quiet. "We come from fish, you know." Fenn says to Butch. "Seventy-eight." Butch says. "Twenty-two more and we've got the record." Butch lies back, his eyes full of the night sky. "Stars," he says. "Where?" Fenn says. "The speed of light." Butch says. 2 "How are the scientists?" "Bug off, Parley." "No, how is play scientist. Ride your bikes around. Look at the river." He laughs. Parley is two years older, fourteen. |