worked so hard to make what little they had nice but there never was enough money, skipped breakfast and lunch to buy soap and there still wasn’t enough to get Peter a new pair of shoes even though his feet were fit to burst through the old ones and you couldn’t tell a boy to stop growing, that’s what they did, and Al just kept buying beer every night, might as well flush dollars down the toilet.—rabbit. Peter tried to shout don’t move, but—
don’t moveThe goddamn noise wouldn’t stop, screeching in his head until he couldn’t read, couldn’t barely think, couldn’t hardly balance the checkbook, except he didn’t really balance it because the bank account never had as much as it should. The only thing that shut up that horrid racket was beer, but some days he needed one and some days a dozen w
