you booger.
what's that?
for getting a divorce?
the other kids are gone; they are alone. the sidewalk has ended and they roll slowly along the dirt verge of the road. they look toward:
thanks for coming with me, marty- i was scared to go past her house by myself.
i mean, i saw her. all the time.
i used to see her every day, and she never knew what was going to happen to her, and neither did i! i mean i know how stupid that sounds, but.
there's something else scary.
i've been hearing noises in there.
rattling. rustling.
and my dad says it's kids. but it's not rats and it's not kids. it's-
you would, wouldn't you?
well, it's probably nothing. i'm just spooked since.  you know.
okay. have you got enough gas to get home, marty?
i like him.