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Chapter 7

I can't prove this, but everything froze.  You know how it is when you urgently have to think?  Right then?  And you can't wait?  That's how it was then.  Time froze.  No.  Really.  It froze.  Much like the cat did, God rest its soul.  And much like those chocolate-covered ice cream bars Edgar sold.  When time started up again, things were moving really fast, as if they were trying to make up for indiscretion   Edgar hovered like a wraith above Ethyl.  He was threatening to spring.  Any second now.  Ethyl put up her dukes, apparently just like her father told her to do.  Ready, set...

(They didn't fight.  Not that I had anything to do with that.  It was a miracle.  That's all I can call it.  If you doubt me, keep reading).