Excited as she was, June tried to be calm when she got home. She entered the house and heard Autumn humming a tune in the kitchen. She went to the tab...e, laid her books on it, and sat down.“Care for a Coke?” Autumn asked.“Yes. Thanks,’ June replied. “Do you have any plans made for Saturday?”“Not really,” Autumn said. “I usually help out at the store on Saturday.”“Will you ask dad to let you come in late, say at one o’clock?”“I can. Why? Do you want to do something with me?” Autumn said as she. ‘We didn’t get to that part of our conversation before my shadow fell off his stool. Why don’t we sit down and we can talk some more.’ It was a question, but Dean detected that her mind was already set on that idea. They talked for a few minutes, while Dean tried to think up ways to engage a 19-year old in conversation. This was something that he had not done in a long time, and knowing nothing about her, it was more difficult yet. Laetitia offered short answers and simple questions. Perhaps. The crowd went wild and I thought Dr. and Mrs. McHenery were going to have heart attacks the way they were yelling and screaming.“He told me yesterday afternoon that the coaches had asked him to move to wide receiver and I asked him if he thought that was a good move. He told me they were five deep at running back and their best wide receiver was out for the rest of the season with an ankle injury. I had no idea he would be receiving kickoffs too,” Dr. McHenery told us.He sure was excited to. "Oh, Charlie, I was never a boy."As I was walking out, I turned and said, "So who do you think shot Traci?"Charlie thought for a minute. "It had to be someone with a grudge against one of the Warners. They say it was a cop's gun. But, that doesn't mean anything. Years back, the cops were selling their 38 specials off to every Saturday night Johnny who wanted to shoot someone. Who did it? Obviously, they were getting back at the family by shooting the dog. That stupid mutt was everybody's.