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"Can't be mowing the yard on a day like this," Rusty explained.

"Well, thanks for liberating me.

"Think nothing of it," Rusty said.

"Our pleasure," Slim said, and patted me on the back.

It was just a buddy-pat, but it gave me a sickish excited londy fed
ing. I'd been getting that way a lot, that summer, when I was around

Slim. It didn't necessarily involve touching, either. Sometimes, I
could just be looking at her and start to feel funny.

I kept it to myself, though.

"Stage two," Slim said, "we see what's going on at Janks Fidd."

I felt a little chill crawl up my back.

"Scared?" Rusty asked.

"Oh, yeah. Ooooo, I'm shaking."

I was, but not so much that it showed. I hoped.

"We don't have to go there," Slim said.

"I'm going," said Rusty. "If you guys are chicken, I'll go by
myself."

"What's the big deal about Janks Field?" I asked.

"This," said Rusty.

The three of us had been walking abreast with Slim in the middle.

Now, Rusty hustled around behind us and came over to my side. He
pulled a paper out of the back pocket of his jeans. Unfolding it, he
said,

"These're all over town."

The way he held the paper open in front of me, I knew I wasn't supposed
to touch it. It seemed to be a poster or flier, but it was bouncing
around too much for me to read it. So I stopped walking. We all
stopped. Slim came in close so she could look at the paper, too. It
had four torn corners. Apparently, Rusty had ripped the poster off a
wall or tree or something.