She drove us for that same reason. I forgot my keys and my wallet. Plus I just kept on reading and rereading that paper the whole way. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was just one fabrication after another, with some mark at the bottom that was supposed to say Creed Proctor. You could tell just from that. Just from that mark. There were two signatures down there that mattered and the only one of them that suited the words typed out underneath it was Del Graham’s. He had handwriting like a schoolboy, every letter of it just so. Creed’s was only a scribble. He might have made that scribble but I don’t guess he ever said those words.In a nutshell the paper said he killed his own brother. It said Vernon was out stone cold and he’d wet the bed as usual and that woke Creed up. It said Vernon was snoring up a storm from the lump in his throat. The lump that had him sucking on horehound drops all day and started him smoking marijuana even though there wasn’t anything on the paper about that little transgression, thank God for small favors.
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