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Show Why We Cry Butch and Fenn Stories 117 cocked against the wall by his shoulder, as usual. He's back fully against the wall, and his head is not up. The white button on the top of the cap is pointed right at me. Something is wrong. "Hey," I go over to him. His head doesn't move, but his eyes, under his brows, come up to me. His lower lip swells. "Hey, what's the matter, All Star?" His lip quivers. "What you guys doing?" he says again. But his voice is way too tight, and I see his jawbone clench, ease, and clench again. Fenn's going to cry. "What's the matter, Fenn?" He's looking at me, holding his eyes steady7 but they Ire going to boil over I can tell. This is not too good. Maybe he has seen what we were doing to his bat. Butch comes over. He's dragging the auger drill like an old snake. Butch swings the bit end up and presses his thumb on the sharp cone point. Fenn starts: "I'm...a..." "He's scared," Butch says handing me the huge drill. "He's got the hat." Butch pulls it off Fenn's head and rotates it on his finger. It has a red bill and a blue peak and is shot through with white lines and three sizes of stars. It looks like the little flag of some crazy country, a country ready for revolution. It looks a lot like something you could |
