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It seemed the town did not even know that someone had been shot, another struck The

town poured tea and ar’

Doug sla in tears, his father wielding the razor strop …?

He opened the kitchen door

‘Hey Long time no see’ Mother kissed his brow ‘They always cory’

‘Funny,’ said Doug ‘I’ry at all’

CHAPTER EIGHT

At dinner, the faainst the front door

‘Why,’ said Mother, ‘don’t boys ever use the bell?’

‘In the last two hundred years,’ said Father, ‘there is no recorded case in which any boy under fifteen ever got within ten feet of a doorbell You finished, young man?’

‘Finished, sir!’

Douglas hit the front door like a bomb, skidded, jumped back in time to catch the screen before it slammed Then he was off the porch and there was Charlie Woodreat friendly punches

‘Doug! You did it! You shot Braling! Boy!’

‘Not so loud, Charlie!’

‘When do we shoot everyone on the school board? For gosh sakes, they started school a week early this year! They deserve to be shot My gosh, how’d you do it, Doug?’