of the trees.
No one sees him because he doesnât wish to be seen.
Not just yet, anyway.
The plumber had never seen such a mess in a bathroom.
He uncoiled his motorized snake and worked the long, flexible wire down into the toilet. He flipped the power switch and the steel cable rooted its way farther down the drain. It spun and ground and churned. A minute later, he felt the far end hit something. The clog.
âBingo! Got it!â
The cable cut through whatever wad of muck was blocking the sewer line, and the toilet bowl sucked itself dry.
Thatâs when the plumber smelled something. Not sewer gas. Something oily and minty.
Like Brylcreem. Billy had tried that goop once. When he was a kid, Mee Maw had slicked down his hair with the stuff on the day heâd posed for his sixth-grade class picture, the same day his name went from Billy OâClaire to Billy OâGreasy Hair.
Heâd never forget that smellâlike someone had rubbed his head with a peppermint stick made out of Crisco.
All of a sudden, Billy had an incredible craving for a big juicy burger. Plus a side of fries. And a chocolate milk shake. Maybe two or three of each.
Billy dropped his sewer rooter with a
clunk
and a
thud
on the tile floor. He didnât bother packing up his wrenches. Heâd come back later for his tools.
Right now he
had
to have a hamburger.
He walked out of the bathroom like a zombie. A very hungry, burger-crazed zombie.
And thenâjust as suddenlyâthe urge passed.
Good,
he thought.
Iâve always been more of a nachos kind of guy.
âYou ought to grind down the stump,â the tree man suggested to Judy.
It was after dusk, but the big oak was finally chipped and mulched.
âGrinding costs extra, but Iâve got this machine thatâll chew right through it.â
âNo,â Judy said gently.
âAll right. How about we dig it out? We bring in a backhoe andââ
âNo. We should save the stump. Itâll give Miss Spratling someplace to hang her
descanso
.â
âDes-what-so?â
âItâs a Spanish word. Means âmemorial.ââ
âAll right. Suit yourself. But if you change your mind, give me a call.â
âOkay,â said Judy. âZack?â
âYeah?â
âCan you nail everything back up? Hang the cross and flower bucket on the highway side of the stump?â
âNow?â
âNo, honey. Itâs dark. Letâs do it tomorrow.â
âYeah,â Mandica said. âYouâre right. We should all knock off for the night.â Mandica looked around the backyard. âAnybody seen Pop?â
A chain saw roared to life out in the woods.
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âI know, I know. I heard you the first time. I heard all of you!â
The old man was shouting at the darkness between two birch trees. His thrumming chain saw hung limply alongside his leg. Its sharp teeth rattled and chugged and slid around the tip of the blade.
âIf I finish the job, will you leave me be?â
No one answered because no one was there.
The old man goosed the sawâs throttle. The throaty engine rumbled and roared. He pressed its spinning teeth against the jagged wood.
Sparks flew as if he were trying to slice into a steel I beam.
He drifts back to what is left of his tree.
The burger will have to wait because he sees what the old man is trying to do. Sees him attacking the stump with a chittering chain saw. Sees red sparks and chunks of wood flying from the snaggletoothed stump.
He knows he canât stop the old man.
But it is dark now, so he can show himself.
He does.
Sweat pouring down his face, the old man finally cut a smooth edge across the top of the stump.
âPop?â
He could hear his son off in the distance, near the house, but didnât answer.
A young man in blue jeans and a leather jacket appeared in the small clearing near the stump. A man with slicked-back hair. Pasty flesh. Cold and
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