To: Fish’s Grandpa
Fish had me put this note on your fridge to tell you we are running away.
He says we’re going to find his dad. We will mail you money for the sack of food we took from your cupboard, and the jack-knife, and the two cups, and the pack of matches. Fish says to tell his mom don’t worry. We have my old man’s gun and five bullets. We have our bikes and fish poles, and a tarp, and also a pouch of your tobacco, and will send money for that too.
Please tell the sheriff that Fish didn’t want to shoot my old man. My old man is dead in my kitchen, on the floor by the table.
From: Dale Breadwin





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