Tru & Nelle
G. Neri
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 0544699602
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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gulped. Mr. Boular was almost upon them. “Um, morning, Mr. Boular,” he squeaked. “How’s Mrs.—” Mr. Boular passed by them as if they weren’t there. A chill went down Truman’s spine. It was almost like the man sucked the air right out of you. “Sook says he’s never said a word to anyone, ever,” said Truman. “How would she know?” asked Nelle. “She hasn’t walked into town since I been born.” “He’s a strange one, all right,” said Big Boy. “But he’s not the one I’m worried about—look!” Big Boy
“Come on, Nelle. You saw their reaction. Watson never gives up and neither should you. Even if you were bit once.” Nelle sat at her dad’s desk and fiddled with his typewriter. “You’re always making up stories, Truman. I just like to read ’em.” Truman stared at his shoes. “You’re a storyteller too, Nelle. Just like me.” She looked at him ruefully. “Well, I feel more like a character in your play.” Truman swung her around. “You’re the star of my play, Nelle Harper. You and me, we’re . . . apart
after what we done.” Truman nodded. “You’re right. We’ll invite the Boulars.” It would be a perfect way to cap off the Halloween party of the century. 36 All Hallows’ Eve Halloween. The night of the party was finally upon them. Sook spent all day preparing molasses candy, little cakes, and punch for everyone. It was the only way to keep her from crying at Truman’s farewell. Truman made sure to spend as much time as he could helping her out, just so she wouldn’t feel so sad. He helped sift
heard of the Great—” He slapped his forehead. “No, of course not. He passed before we had a chance to perform here in town.” Truman’s eyes lit up. “You ran a show?” Arch grinned. “Show is selling it short. Extravaganza is more like it. ‘Buried Alive!’” he proclaimed, just like P. T. Barnum himself. “The greatest miracle of modern times!” “You buried him alive?” “You should’ve seen it, Tru. See, I found this Egyptian fella over in Mississippi. Could hold his breath for long periods. He’d slow
guests, Nelle sang “Tea for Two” while her mother played along. It was the only time they’d ever performed a song together. 8 The Cold Hard Truth The back door to Jenny’s house was wide open. Truman ran in and stopped in his tracks. The kitchen was empty. He listened, but all he could hear was the sound of his heart racing. Then he heard voices. They were coming from the front sitting room. He walked slowly toward them. The house was quiet, the bedroom doors all closed. Women were talking