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I hoped like hell he was friendly, because he could probably break me in half with one hand. You think things like this when you’re a woman and there’s nobody around to hear you scream.
Bongo’s nose is far more intelligent than the rest of him, and I believe it uses his brain primarily as a counterweight).
“They were just carvings,” I said, even though they hadn’t been just carvings. But if I admitted they were more than that, I’d be opening a door to a whole lot of things. I wanted that door to stay firmly closed. “Mostly,” said Foxy. “Mostly they are. Sometimes they ain’t. Like the hill. Sometimes it’s there; sometimes it ain’t.”
“You don’t have to do it just because I asked, Mouse.” I paused. The correct answer was, Yes, I know. The true answer was, Yes, I do.
“Maybe the oxygen will help,” I said. “I’m sure it will,” he said, and we both knew he was lying, and we both knew that I knew. But families run on optimistic lies sometimes, so neither of us called the other one out on it and we said goodbye.
“Your momma wouldn’t let you eat that,” she said. “It’s deep-fried, you know.” “We’re having deep-fried pickles,” I said. “Pickles is pickles. It’s a vegetable. It’s practically health food.” I swirled my breaded, deep-fried pickle slice in ranch dressing and did not argue the point.
I was not offended, as of course you greet the dog first and the human later.
I should do something. I should move boxes. Why am I moving boxes when there are monsters in the woods? I paced back and forth, clenching and unclenching my fists, and finally I said out loud, “Because the boxes have to get moved.”
“You’ll think I’m crazy,” I whispered. My throat was raw. “Sure, but I won’t hold that against you.”
“I don’t think the holler people are doing yoga,”
“I am so far from okay that I cannot see okay from here. Other than that, I’m fine.”
People like Ambrose talk about forbidden knowledge. Nobody talks about knowledge that is just a dreadfully bad idea all around.