His mother took off her apron and patted her hair. May Belle jumped up from the rug.
“I wanta go, too,” she said. “I never seen a dead person before.”
“No!” May Belle sat down again as though slapped down by her mother's voice.
“We don't even know where she's laid out at, May Belle,” Mr. Aarons said more gently.
TWELVE Stranded
They walked slowly across the field and down the hill to the old Perkins place. There were four or five cars parked outside.
His father raised the knocker, and Jess could hear P. T. barking from the back of the house and rushing to the door.
“Hush, P. T.,” a voice which Jess did not know said. “Down.”
The door was opened by a man who was half leaning over to hold the dog back.
At the sight of Jess, P. T. snatched himself loose and leapt joyfully upon the boy.
Jess picked him up and rubbed the back of the dog's neck as he used to when P. T. was a tiny puppy.
“I see he knows you,” the strange man said with a funny half smile on his face. “Come in, won't you.”
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