“I did not trust that man, nor did I like him living in my town. I decided something had to be done about it and, if my mother wasn’t going to do anything, it was up to me and Dewey to. I called Dewey on the phone and told him all about the meeting we had on the preacher man’s doorstep and how he was crying those crocodile tears and all. “I ain’t never seen no croc cry,” Dewey said. “That’s what I mean,” I said. “I mean they wasn’t real tears. He was just makin’ ’em up to make my mom think he wa...s sorry for everythin’ he done.” “Then why don’t you just say that?” “It’s an expression.” “I ain’t never heard it before.” “You ain’t never heard a lot of stuff before,” I said. “So you think he’s up to no good?” “No, I know he’s up to no good.” There was silence for a second or two and then Dewey said something dumb. “You know, this reminds me of somethin’.” “What’s that?” “Your neighbor. Remember? You was sure he was up to no good.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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