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Show Car Baseball Butch and Fenn Stories 59 away- He's afraid adults are soon going to be involved in this mayhem. Butch tackles him in his first step and starts yelling, "He did it! Fenn did it!" He tries to fit the words between the breathing he has to do to keep laughing. It is hard to understand anything that he is saying. Or doing. "Fenn is responsible!" Fenn is on his back, almost upside down in a hole, with Butch on top of him. Butch has stopped trying to call out; he has become a soggy bag of laughter. Karen screams from the broken window. Her face framed in the jagged broken window is a fist of indignation. "You fuckers! You slimey fuckers!" Butch and Fenn stop wrestling and look at this freckled banshee, wailing out the window. It is as if she is the face of the wrecked old house, screaming our names. It goes on and on: "Waaaaaaahh - aaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaa!" Her red mouth spits almost all the way out to us. When the mouth closes, so Karen can breathe and swallow and allow her eyes to close, Butch says quietly from where he and Fenn now sit on the bank of a trench: "Oh, shut up." 6 When the sun falls below Quails' sheds, it is time for me to go home and check in and have dinner. If I'm lucky, when I cross Concord Avenue, my father will be rounding the park in his green Chevrolet pickup and he will slow, so I can step onto |