Pap asked. Junior said, “No.” “Fool coyote trapped himself, squeezed into a henhouse, swallowed a couple of hens, and couldn’t squeeze out. And, Junior, the coyote never even got close to where your trap was at. You never even stood a chance of trapping anything but yourself and Mud.” “I know that. I wish everybody would quit talking about it.” “Well, they would if you’d quit moping.” “I’m not moping!” There was a pause while Pap watched Junior. “Are you moping over Mary?” he asked finally. “Maybe.” Junior’s shoulders sagged. “I didn’t even get to say good-bye or anything, and I can’t find my way back. And she was going to lend me a book.” “I’ll take you to see Mary if you’ll stop moping and eat your breakfast,” Pap said. Junior looked up. He brushed tears from his eyes. “Will you really?” Pap nodded. “I don’t see what’s so great about seeing Mad Mary again,” Vern said. Vern was sitting across from them at the table. He had not eaten any of his breakfast either, but no one had noticed.
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