two. His hair was just
beginning to gray and he wore
silver- rimmed spectacles that
gave him a scholarly look. He
had a long creased face and
didn't have on any shirt or
undershirt. He had on blue
jeans that were too tight for
him and was holding a black
hat and a gun. The two boys
also had guns.
"We've had an ACCIDENT!"
the children screamed.
The grandmother had the
peculiar feeling that the
bespectacled man was someone
she knew. His face was as
familiar to her as if she had
known him au her life but she
could not recall who he was.
He moved away from the car
and began to come down the
embankment, placing his feet
carefully so that he wouldn't
slip. He had on tan and white
shoes and no socks, and his
ankles were red and thin.
"Good afternoon," he said. "I
see you all had you a little
spill."
"We turned over twice!" said
the grandmother.
"Once"," he corrected. "We
seen it happen. Try th