Only now did I notice that my grandma's teeth did have a normal white, not this super-white that her false teeth had.
"Did your real teeth grow back?" I asked only to get it with the stick, but she still touched her teeth in wonder.
"Don't dawdle." She beat me again, and we continued our journey.
Now that one bald man had fallen off the cliff after getting shot for whatever stunt he tried to pull, and that my grandma and I killed the other two—there was only the longhaired man left of the group of prisoners. But that one did neither seem part of the baldies, nor was he overly hostile, even explaining my seizure without ridiculing me.
If most of the difficulties were put aside, it would be the best.
When we had crossed the church tower and had a good distance behind us, already near the house Henry was hopefully waiting for us, I heard a girl scream my name.
"KENNY!"