I say, stalking across the road to Mr. Williams house. He’s been spending a lot more time here on Williams’s front porch these last two days that Jake hasn’t been around. “I about called you eight times to go wash up for dinner. Now get your little butt home.” “I ain’t hungry, Mamma.” He glares up at me from the pages of his book. “Oh, I am so sure. Just an hour ago you were trying to take a bite out of the pantry door. Now scoot,” I say. He reluctantly hands the book back to Williams and gets up. “Bye, Mr. Williams.” Williams nods. “I got another book on the Vietnam War inside somewhere. I’ll leave it out for you.” “Okay.” “What do you say?” I prompt. “Thank ya, sir.” “You quit sassing your mamma, you hear?” “Yes, sir.” As Spence trundles past me, I get a very distinctive whiff of chocolate and peanut butter. I pull Spence up by the shirt collar, which of course he hates, because while I may not be touching him, to him touching his shirt is equally as bad.
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