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Show Woodworth/25 of trees. I'd better talk to Gray about that this weekend." Marty looks down at her father's swinging foot, and notices that he is still wearing his white, hospital socks. "Did you see any bull frogs down there?" he asks. "They wouldn't have come out if I was there." "But you didn't hear any?" "Nope." "Thank God. Maybe we can get some sleep this summer. I guess Gray was right that the only way to get 'em was to shoot1 'em like that. I felt sure he would of missed a few- I thought he should of used poison." "We won't be getting much sleep if they have as many parties as they did last year," Ruth says. She looks at Ned, her eyes hooded, like an owl's. "Oh, it wasn't that bad. Just that one party, the fourth of July one. It went well into the fifth of July," Marty's father tells her. "Hell of a party. We must of been there until past one. But I swear there were still ten cars parked in their driveway at nodn the next day. Everyone must of just slept over." "They kept right on splashing and swimming right through sunrise," Marty's mother says. "Like a bunch of college kids. And that wasn't the only time, either, by any means. The Grayson's are only about five or six years younger than us. I don't see how they keep up that pace. We just had to stop going to their parties. They were too wild." Ruth finishes her drink. "It's getting chilly out here." "We should be having warm weather soon. Much warmer than we'll want it," Ned says. "Marty, dear, do you think you could run up and get me a |
