Little Children Page #8

fliers with the guy's face

plastered all over

our village?

Lots of Sturm und Drang

in our quiet little town, huh?

Yeah, it's crazy.

What I want to know is why they let

a creep like that out of prison.

Some of the people

going after him are just as crazy.

- What do you mean?

- Well, just today I heard that

some nut's been spray-painting

the poor guy's house,

lighting fires on his porch.

God knows what else.

- Do they know who's doing it?

- Huh-uh.

They think

it's some ex-cop.

You know, that guy

who killed that kid at the mall.

Yeah, I don't think

it's him.

You're biased.

You're friends with the guy.

Brad's on that Committee

of Concerned Parents

with him.

I didn't know

you were on that.

I play on his

football team.

He asked me to distribute

some fliers.

He's on your team.

You never told me that.

Yeah.

You know what's weird?

I've never even seen this McGorvey guy.

- We did.

- No, we didn't.

Not you.

Me and Brad.

That day at the pool,

remember?

Yeah, I-I

totally forgot.

- Well, what happened?

- Sexual tension is an elusive thing,

but Kathy had

pretty good radar for it.

It was like someone had

turned a knob a hair to the right,

and the radio station

clicked in so loud and clear

it almost

knocked her over.

Once she became aware

of the connection between them,

it seemed impossible that

she'd missed it before.

On a hunch,

Kathy dropped her fork

in the hopes that

while retrieving it

she would catch Sarah

and Brad playing footsie,

- but she was mistaken.

- Asked him to leave, and he left.

But you know what?

He didn't look scary, right? I mean--

No, it-- it wasn't that big

of a deal, you know.

- No, he's like a regular guy, you know?

- Yeah, I mean--

Kathy, are you okay?

Uh, yeah.

Just a sec.

Brad had convinced

himself

the dinner party

had gone well.

That he and Sarah had managed

to put Kathy's suspicions to rest,

at least temporarily.

She certainly hadn't

accused him of anything,

or behaved in a way

that made him think

she'd noticed

anything untoward.

I'm really glad

they came over.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Two days later, however,

his mother-in-law showed up

for a surprise visit...

- Thank you, John.

- ...of ominously indeterminate length.

And from that moment on,

she accompanied Brad

and Aaron everywhere:

To the playground;

- We need some butter.

- To the supermarket;

And to the town pool.

Hi, Aaron.

Hi, Lucy.

The worst of it

was the pool.

Nevertheless,

after threatening all week

to go the football game,

Brad's mother-in-law decided against it

at the last minute.

- So are you coming?

- Well, I'd like to,

but I'm a little tired.

You sure?

You're welcome to.

No, go ahead.

You and Aaron

sure kept me hopping

this afternoon.

Looks like

you're on your own.

Oh, that's my ride.

- What time are you gonna be home?

- I don't know.

Pretty late, though.

Be careful and stay

out of trouble.

Winds whisper

of high hopes,

victory is in the skies.

One joins with many

on the summer's green field.

At 0 and 5, the Guardians

were the basement dwellers

of the Tri-County

Touch Football Night League.

The Controllers, a team of young

hotshots from the financial district

were 4 and 1

with an explosive offense

that regularly racked up

But from

the opening kickoff,

this ragtag group

of law enforcement officers

decided to crunch

their own numbers.

But the Controllers

scored first

after recovering

a Bart Williams fumble

deep in Guardians' territory near

the end of the second quarter.

The Guardians evened things up early

in the second half...

moving methodically

downfield

on an 80-yard

touchdown drive.

The Controllers regained the lead

with a fourth quarter field goal.

With less than a minute

to go, trailing by three,

the Guardians faced

the extinction of their hopes.

- Down!

- It was their last chance--

on their own 35.

Set!

Hut, hut!

Yeah yeah yeah!

Yeah yeah!

Yeah!

Oh my God!

Yeah!

Brad, Brad!

What do you want?

Everyone is waiting for us at the bar.

Are-- are-- are you coming?

Why don't you go on ahead?

I'll catch up later.

You're gonna come, right?

I mean, we gotta celebrate.

Yeah yeah yeah,

I'll be there.

- You promise?

- Jesus, Larry, I just told you.

- Well, you got a ride?

- Yeah.

Okay.

I'll have a cold one

waiting for you.

Larry, you have

to go home now.

Just give me five more minutes.

He promised he was coming.

I don't care what he promised,

I want to lock up.

Now get your butt

out of here!

Now!

When I looked up there

and saw you it was just...

wow... wow.

Thank God you came.

I don't want

to go home.

I want to stay

right here forever.

No, I do.

For the first time in my life

I feel like anything is possible.

Like I can do anything, you know?

What are we doing?

What do you mean?

It's not real, Brad.

What?

This. It's wrong

and it's weird.

How long are we

gonna sneak around together?

How long can that last?

I can't do this anymore.

No, no don't

say that.

As long as I know that

we're gonna have this--

Have what?

What is this?

Look...

if that dinner at your house

was any indication,

you seem pretty happy

with your wife.

You know, you have

a perfect life

- and I don't wanna to be the--

- Okay, stop stop stop.

Run away with me.

What?

You don't mean that.

You believe in me.

Come on.

We'll go away,

figure this thing out.

It's not weird.

The kids are comfortable

with each other.

I know there's more

to it than that, but...

let's do this.

Please.

Please, Sarah.

Oh my God.

You really mean

it, don't you?

Yes.

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Yes!

Yes!

Okay, yes.

F***ing Brad, I'm so

sick of hearing about Brad.

I'm f***ing over it.

I don't even like him.

He's a loser.

"Brad made

the f***ing touchdown."

Yeah, you know why

he hasn't the balls to show up here?

'Cause I f***ing made the block.

It's bullshit.

That's why he's not even here,

he's f***ing embarrassed to see me.

I don't even like anybody

in this f***ing town.

Wake up, wake up!

Wake up, Woodward Court!

Okay, I'm awake.

Open your eyes! Get your goddamn heads

out of the sand!

My heads?

My goddamn heads?

Don't you people

love your children?

Don't you want

to protect them from evil?

Woodward Court,

there's a pervert in your midst!

There's a goddamn

pervert in your midst!

Open your eyes!

Protect the children!

Save the children!

Wake up

and see the grass!

- Just stay inside, Ronnie.

- Save the children!

Open your goddamn eyes!

Wake up and save

your children!

You dirty son of a b*tch!

Get off my lawn!

Who the hell do you think you are,

Mr. High and Mighty?

No perverts

in Woodward Court!

You think you're God?

Far from it!

I don't think I'm God!

I never said I was!

You murderer, you

killed the boy.

I didn't murder anyone. Now why don't

you go back inside, put some clothes on?

You shot him through the neck.

I read it in the paper.

- No perverts in--

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