“Your Daddy gon’ whop us for skippin’ choir practice again,” Billy said, stomping through the dry, brittle hay.
“It beamed a light into the silo.” Jorge pointed over the wire fence.
“Maybe they’re still inside.”
“If Uncle Jude’s stories of abduction and probing are true, you can’t go in there! They could make you stop liking Bette Anne. They could make you start liking me!”
“Aliens ain’t turn your uncle into no sinner, even if they did stick ET fingers up his butt.”
Jorge wrapped his fingers around his cross necklace. “Just in case.”
They jumped the fence together.
word count: 99
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