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I said. "Eventually," added Slim.

"Anyway, I'm not gonna let Dwight anywhere near me with a razor."

"I'll do the shaving," Slim said.

Hearing that, I suddenly didn't want to win this wager. I hoped
Valeria would De the most amazingly beautiful woman in the world.

"How about it?" Slim asked.

"Count me in," I said.

I could tell by the look on Rusty's face that he wanted to back out.
But honor was at stake, so he sighed and said, "All right. It's a
bet."

 The dirt road leading through the forest to Janks Field was usually
unmarked. Today, though, posters for The Traveling Vampire Show were
nailed to trees on both sides of the turn-off. And a large sign--the
side of a cardboard box nailed to a tree--pointed the way with a red
painted arrow. Above the arrow, somebody had painted VAMPIRE SHOW in
big, drippy red letters. Below the arrow, in smaller drippy letters,
was written, "MIDNITE."

"Nice, professional job," Slim commented.

"We probably aren't dealing with mental giants," I said.

"WHY ARE YOU TALKING SO QUIET?" Rusty boomed out, making us both
jump.

We whirled around and watched him laugh. "Good one," Slim said,
looking peeved. "A riot," I said.

"YOU TWO AREN'T NERVOUS, ARE YOU?"

Slim grimaced. "Would you pipe down?"

"WHAT'RE YOU SCARED OF?"

I wanted to bash him one in the face, but I held back. I don't think
I've mentioned it yet, but Rusty wasn't exactly in the best of shape.
Not a total lard ass but pudgy and soft and not exactly capable of
fighting back.

Which might seem like an advantage if you want to slug a guy in the
puss. But I knew it would make me feel lousy. And he was my best
friend, after all-other than Slim.