They would also need to get some more butter. Their Mothers and sisters all canned and made jams, jellies, and preserves in the summer by the gallon. ...ore than they could possibly eat by themselves. They were constantly giving them to friends and neighbors. They would, most likely, come home with enough for a whole year. As would the other families. The batch they were using was made two years ago, and tasted like it was just made. Sharon's Mom had, recently, planted g****s, so she could make. "That's fantastic, Jim! You sounded just like... what's his name?" Dion and the Belmonts?" I offered. "Dion is the guy that sings 'The Wanderer.'"Sherry gave me a small grin. "Do you really think that I'll be the one with you tonight?"I laughed. "No," I answered, truthfully. "I never really had anybody for that third part. The last time I recorded this, I used the name Cammy."Sherry's eyes widened for a quick moment, but she recovered quickly and said, "Well, you can use my name if you want.. ”“Judge, I came here to help and I’m just doing what needs to be done. You don’t owe me anything for helping.”I was lying out my ass, but I’m glad now that I came with him. I can get Mona aside and tell her the real story. Then, it will be up to her to take whatever steps are necessary with the State Police and more than likely, the FBI ... Damn, that thought scared the hell out of me - and I now I wonder if I’ve covered my ass well enough to keep my name out of the investigation - if there is. Christy got hit, Shaggy got hit, nothing major but they had to have shot removed and they’re resting right now. You’ll see them tomorrow.”“How’s Gram?”The room got quiet, and I knew. Fat, slow tears started rolling down my cheeks. This was so wrong! She deserved to go quietly, among family who loved her and rejoiced in her long life, not gunned down by a rabid druggie. Soon they were all crying.“She caught most of one barrel, honey. If it’s any consolation, death was instant, so she didn’t.