“Oh,” said Hazel, “they reacted just about the way the grownups did. They just looked at it and didn’t say anything, just moved on to see what the next thing was.” “What was the next thing?” “It was an iron chair a man had been roasted alive in,” said Crosby. “He was roasted for murdering his son.” “Only, after they roasted him,” Hazel recalled blandly, “they found out he hadn’t murdered his son after all.”
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