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'What sort of a hick are you?' Francine snapped. 'You fall off a haywagon on your way to the rodeo?' |
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'Gosh, Trevor, how long you been putting up with this gal?' |
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'Seems like ages,' he said, smiling. |
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'I reckon as how I'd of given her the boot if I was you.' |
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'It's crossed my mind. But she's Lisa's mother. Lisa's a good companion.' |
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'Lisa's what got us into this mess,' Francine said. 'But you wouldn't know that, would you, Daisy May? My wonderful daughter here took up with a jungle bunny and . . .' |
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'I don't like your mouth one whit, lady.' |
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'Thank you,' Lisa murmured. |
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'You tell her,' Francine said. 'I'll bet she'd be very interested in knowing all about it, so she'll know just who to blame when one of these maniacs murders her.' |
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'I started going out with this guy,' Lisa said. 'And some kids killed him last night. Because I was going with him. And because he was black.' |
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'I'm mighty sorry,' Sandy said. |
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'Oh, you haven't even heard the best part yet. Tell her the best part, honey.' |
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'We don't even know it for sure.' |
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'The coon's grandpa is some kind of a witch doctor,' Francine explained. 'He's put a hex on the whole town. That's what's happening here. That's why we've got the black rain. It's grandpa's idea of payback.' |
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