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Show Ferguson Lives Butch and Fenn Stories 26 "Ferguson," I say, stopping on the bottom step, "Is dead." "Then, we're going to revive him." "You can't do that." I'm standing still. "You're spilling the water," Fenn notes. "Yeah. We can do it. I've thought it over." "He's dead. Butch." "Dead? Dead?" Butch says, taking the water and setting the pan inside the back of the old Admiral set. "Do you know what dead is? Do you? Who told you what dead is? I'd like to know." "Jerry Sallis died," Fenn says from where he's watching our argument, sitting on a wooden barrel. "No one revived him. Remember last summer. He drowned at Echo Reservoir. I saw him at the funeral, dead. No one revived him. At all." Butch doesn't answer, lifting Ferguson out of the violin case and slipping him right side up into the pan of water. "Well," he says, "they should have." He stops and comes around to us. "I wasn't there, and I didn't go to the funeral. But I know that I know nothing about being dead. It's all hearsay; that's all we're getting." He shook his head. "You guys want to try this, or forget it?" It takes us about an hour to tape the wires to Ferguson. Butch put him in the water too soon and he got all slimey, and we had to take him out and dry him off and then tape around and around so that the tape could stick to itself. Six wires. |
