When school let out for spring break my dad helped me find a job so I could make some money to buy a video game system.
He gave me the phone number to a man named Walter Digsdy.
According to my dad, Walter Disgdy was looking for some help on his property.
I called Mr. Digsdy and he gave me his address.
The address was only 9 blocks away from my home.
I got on my bike and rode there.
It turned out that Mr. Digsdy’s property is a cemetery.
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Keene walked around the old pickup truck parked in the middle of his mechanic shop, followed by Beheen and I trailed behind him both of them. We were like three chu-chu trains.
I could tell that Keene was avoiding Beheen. He always seems to be in a hurry when Beheen wants to talk to him.
“I need some help.” Beheen started.
“I owe the tax people a lot of money” he continued.
Keene looked back at him.
“What’s that got to do with me.” Said Keene.
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1. Short, careful, slow steps. I walked with him.
2. We took steps across the river stones together
3. Afraid of experiencing death ahead of his time
4. I extended to him my open palm to hold
5. His Fragile fingers grasped my hand in kind
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