I'm tired of these people. Relatives, sure, but I was to visit them for a week only, not forever. It's the Mr. Ackerman I can't stand. Turkey said to me, "Nothing but gold drops out of his mouth, but you can tell there's stone inside." That's right.
They figure a kid nine years old can't tell, but I can.
Tell they don't know what they're doing.
Tell they all thought we were going to die. Only we didn't.
Tell Angel is scared. She thinks Bud can save us.
Maybe he can, only how could you say? He never lets on about anything.
Guess he can't. Just puts his head down and frowns like he was mad at a problem, and when he stops frowning, you know he's beat it. I like him.
Sometimes I think Turkey just don't care. Seems like he give up. But other times it looks like he's understanding and laughing at it all. He argued with Mr. Ackerman and then laughed with his eyes when he lost.
They're all O.K., I guess. Least they're taking me home.
Except that Susan. Eyes jump around like she was seeing ghosts. She's scary-crazy. I don't like to look at her.