Chapter 73

“I mean,” the other kid continued conversationally, “just now, I saw you, you hit accurately, the same place, four time in a row. It’s just too bad that it’s your thumb.”

Garner felt something in him lighten at this. It was a joke.

“I was also thinking, that you might have more success with the nail—” The kid paused for emphasis. “If you tried to hit your thumb instead.”

Garner’s reaction hovered between annoyance and amusement, but the kid’s face was so innocent that the latter won out. He started to laugh, and then they were both laughing.

That had been Garner’s first meeting with Peter, who lived on the farm beyond the wooded rear part of his aunt’s ten-acre property. Garner learned this when Peter led him through the wood, along a barely discernible path from the gazebo glade to a wood-and-wire fence, beyond which was a broad open field, and in the distance the various buildings of the farm itself.