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The older wohtened her lacy white cap, and said, "He’s what, ma’am?"

"He’s a brat," the husband said He turned to his son "What do you want, Mickey? You see the six flavors Pick one now or don’t have any"

"I want French Vanilla," the girl said "He can have worms"

"Now, Julie," the mother said, then licked the ice creaoodness, it’s wonderful Fresh peaches, Rick Fresh peaches It’s great"

The woman behind the counter just smiled The boy took a chocolate triple-dip cone

James watched the family finally leave

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I’d like a peach cone, please, ma’am"

"You’re new to town," she said as she pulled the scoop through the big tub of ice creah?"

"No," Ja the cone "I’ll be here for a while I’e and Harve Jensen"

"Never heard of theh sweet peaches were sliding down his throat The woht This is delicious"

"Thank you This Marge and Harve--"

James repeated the story he’d told to Thelma and Martha and the old men When he finished, he stuck out his hand and said, "My naeles"

"I’m Sherry Vorhees My husband’s the local preacher, Reverend Harold Vorhees I have a four-hour shift here most days"