But when I smelled
the ham Mama was frying for Papa's breakfast, I woke anyway.
I slid out of bed and tiptoed into the kitchen.
"Bandershanks! What're you doing up? It's not even three
o'clock yet."
"I'm hungry, Papa."
"Here, get one of these biscuits and go back to bed."
"Mama, can I take Trixie a biscuit?"
"Child, dogs don't want biscuits this time of night."
"Trixie's done woke up. I heard her out on the front porch,
moaning just like Mierd does when she's dreaming bad dreams."
"Well, take her this'n. Then you crawl back in bed and dream
yourself some sweet dreams, little gal!"
Just as I squatted down by Trixie to give her the biscuit, I
heard somebody shooting firecrackers-or guns-way off up the road.
Trixie jumped up. She growled and lay back down. She sniffed the
biscuit but wouldn't eat it. I heard some more loud bangs. Trixie
heard them too and started barking. Then I noticed the sky was
glowing-like the sun was coming up. It couldn't be the sun; I
knew that.
I ran back to the kitchen.
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