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Show 99 Stinky's team launched their second most favorite play; the quarterback dropped back and flung the ball anyv/here and Stinky ran under it. "Hooo, don't you dare!" yelled Stinky as he skipped out of bounds. I stared at Funly through my eyelids. I didn't know what a Puerto Rican v/as. "They were there last night," said Funly. "Dad saw them with his infra-red." "Well, so what." "They got parrots," said Funly. "We're all going to die from Parrot Fever." "Maybe they'll get along with Crow." "I'm going to plug that fucking bird," said Funly. "He's keeping the pigeons away," I told him. I liked Crow. I didn't want anybody coming x down on him Funly grunted. He sure was getting grsrHfy surly in his early teen-age. "Grandpa had a fight with Grandma," said Funly. "You're Grandmother's dead," I said to him. "Grandpa Funster's just old and nuts like half of everybody else in this neighborhood." "Tell me about it," said Funly. He wasn't much fun anymore at all. "Granma left the house last night. All the doors were open. Nobody cleaned up after breakfast. Grandpa xaxx won't get out of bed. He says he's recieving war messages. Somebody bombed his ship." Back home, Uncle Jon started having conversations with an old woman. "The enemy is fouling my signals," said Jon. xxkxa "They're trying to say they're Bush." As if the house wasn't crov/ded enough xxk without Grandma Funster. I started having nightmares about being trapped in the kitchen, canning tomatos. I dreamt about tomato worms crawling up my nostrils. Later that month, near Thanksgiving, Karl and I hit another house and I gave Helen money to buy SxaiikgxxxxgxaxxxarxxxaaHkxgxH Thanksgiving dinner. "Give the money to Andrew," said /-fg/tfJl "I don't trust him." Helen stared at me. "When I was on the operating tableAI was in such pain I begged the doctor, I begged God to let me die. |