For the past hour, Hank
had been pacing up and down the busy aisles of the hardware store. At the same
time, Edward was monitoring him. Hank was a tall distinguished-looking man with
salt and pepper hair, cut military short; his big brown eyes sparkling with
humor. But they weren’t sparkling now, decided Edward. Today he definitely
wasn’t smiling.
With his light-brown eyes
focused on Hank, Tom whispered to Edward, “Why is Hank standing in the back of the
store with such a deep scowl across his face?”
Being stronger and more
muscled from his wrestling days in college, Edward has always watched out for
his timid friend. He was dismayed to see that Tom’s skinny body was trembling
with fear. “I don’t know why anyone does anything in this town. Everyone here
is creepy—mostly Shirley and Hank. Don’t take it personally; it’s just their
way.”
“They really disturb me. I
can’t even begin to guess their
age: they appear to be old and young at the same time.”
“I know the feeling. Maybe
we should begin looking into a different location for our hardware business.”
“Look! He’s leaving
without saying goodbye; he could have overheard what we’d been saying.”
“He heard us only if he
has superhuman hearing,” joked Edward.
Tom replied, “I wouldn’t
joke about that if I were you. The people of this town don’t have a sense of humor and I
wouldn’t want to get them angry at us. We should pack up right now and leave
this godforsaken place tonight!”
“Let’s begin planning our
move tomorrow. First, we’ll attend this mysterious party. Don’t worry,
everything will be just fine,” he respond. That is, if we manage to live through it.
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