Ronnie

The boy Ronnie ain’t been the same since he seen his mother.

I ain’t blaming him, neither.

Anyway, to keep him busy, to keep his mind off things, we put him to work.  Mostly he works with Wil, still tryin’ to get that damn foglight lit.

All of a sudden, Matt and I hear a whoop and holler.

“Yay!” I heard Ronnie call up the stairs.  “We did it.  Me ‘n Wil did it!”

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