daughter say she was going to put me away. So if I was going to stand up,
to
act, it would have to be now. I got my 10 gage from the basement and my
Soviet monocular--I was trained in the old country--ducked behind the
hedge and waited...
I could
hear them before I saw them: rolling, advancing, clanging, the mechanical
claws
grasping, raising--the boy feeding it barrels. I rose up: “Those are my
chicken
bones!” I shouted. “Those are my grapefruit
peels. --You take! You don’t ever leave a note.”