“Let’s see if there is a delivery list we can check against.” “No!” I wanted to shout, but my words got stuck in my throat when I saw her pu...l out your letter. I tried to snatch it from her hands, but she simply turned around and presented me with her back, leaving me helpless and trembling. She began to read aloud, slowly, dramatically. “...to think of me while you smell them. I’ll be imagining you, lying in your bed, pressing the stained crotch to your nose…” I prayed for a hole to open up in. "Wow thanks Ron but we can't take all the credit as Jackson and his friendswere the ones to find the pots and pans and all the other stuff so theyhad a hand in this meal as well." Peter explained. "Yes they sure did and I willbe thanking them and you two in a special way, well that's if you want to be givena special treat." Ron giggled as he wiggled his eye brows.The younger boys were looking at Ron and trying to work out what specialtreat the other boys would be getting. "Desmond, Jackson,. Mom choose out your costume for you. She thought it looked good at least, very much expressing how handsome you looked, seeing you dessed up in a fancy suit. The cape wasn't that bad a choice actually, plus the mask kept you from feeling stiff and awkward, hidden behind a veil of animosity."Did dad say he would be joining us later?" You look over at mom driving."He might," she replied, carefully keeping both her eyes on the road. "He's going to call us after he gets off work. Besides, Frank. O.b. bastard character being of whom had cussed me out within that being of the atmosphere for premises of properties of a public facility being of his nigga, or nigger church whereas that was one of the worser, or worcest times that that being of the, or a person of I myself as a male individual had ever spent in any church, but then nevertheless one of the better, or best times that I myself had spent in church, well at least as a prodigal-son playing part of the-devil's-advocate had been, or.