Author: Ray Bradbury
Category: Christian
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“Why?”
“I wanted to tell her something.”
“What?”
“I just wanted to tell her there’s a woman buried over in the empty lot, screaming under tons and tons of dirt.”
Mr. Nesbitt dropped his cigarette.
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“You dropped your cigarette, Mr. Nesbitt,” I pointed out, with my shoe.
“Oh, did I? Sure. So I did,” he mumbled. “Well, I’ll tell Helen when she comes home, your story. She’ll be glad to hear it.”
“Thanks. It’s a real woman.”
“How do you know it is?”
“I heard her.”
“How, how you know it isn’t, well, a mandrake root?”
“What’s that?”
“You know. A mandrake. It’s a kind of a plant, kid. They scream. I know, I read it once. How you know it ain’t a man-drake?”
“I never thought of that.”
“You better start thinking,” he said, lighting another cigarette. He tried to be casual. “Say, kid, you, eh, you say anything about this to anyone?”
“Sure, I told lots of people.”
Mr. Nesbitt burned his hand on his match.
“Anybody doing anything about it?” he asked.
“No,” I said. “They won’t believe me.”
He smiled. “Of course. Naturally. You’re nothing but a kid. Why should they listen to you?”
“I’m going back now and dig her out with a spade,” I said.
“Wait.”
“I got to go,” I said.
“Stick around,” he insisted.
“Thanks, but no,” I said, frantically.
He took my arm. “Know how to play cards, kid? Blackjack?”
“Yes, sir.”
He took out a deck of cards from a desk. “We’ll have a game.”
“I got to go dig.”
“Plenty of time for that,” he said, quiet. “Anyway, maybe my wife’ll be home. Sure. That’s it. You wait for her. Wait awhile.”