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Show The Speed of Light Butch and Fenn Stories 12 Parley has the light on her face now, a small yellow circle of light, and Carol is smiling and laughing a little as she says something to him. Fenn tugs at my shirt then, but it is Parley, turning the light on us, Butch's face in the quick flash, my face, Carol's body, her cry of surprise and alarm, that makes us fall. The wheelbarrow scrapes across the shed wall, and Butch falls on me, and then the wheelbarrow turns and falls again, but we are gone by that time, running up the alley. "What'd you guys see in there? What was going on?" Fenn asks as we lean against the back of the bandstand. "Nothing," Butch says to Fenn. He is looking at me. "We didn't see anything. An old shed, dark as hell. Parley tricked us. Now, come on, let's go home." "Wait a minute, Butch. What about the speed of light?" I say. "What about it?" "Let's do what we said we'd do." "Okay- Okay," he shrugs. "Let's measure the speed of light." On the roof, it is all as we planned. Butch takes the two watches from his pocket. They are both his father's old watches, but they have been keeping identical time for two |