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102 I anewered one guestion about him, but I won't answer any questions for hima They turned to my father, who was shaking a little from an inherited Parkison desease, that had slowly been eating my grandfather Frost aways He looked at then, with brembeling lips. The absease, the business, and now me, was grabbing bits and pieces from his souls If he dosen't write down the name and put it in this envolope Mister Frost. then we have no choice but to lock him upy until we find out who the other boy was Was, I said, Maybe you think he ie dead? “yr maybe you just wish he was? We are sorry to say this Mister Frost, but your son is a real trouble maker; This isn't the first time you have been in trouble, Is it Frost? You just haven't been caught so red handed befores That*’s the reason you won't let me gos You hated me before 1 ever walked in hereg And that‘s against the law toos You better keep your mouth shut Frost, Write the name and put it in the envelope, or youregoing to be locked ups I am not telling you anythings he will be here, when he hears I am in troubles Sitting there before the court, it all seemed to be dragging on, yet my mind flew with fits of vision, Streams of colored pictures strove in interrupted rhythm across my braing The judge was talking to the aid of rene TER, about my life, Life flipping with fantasy frizzled on this moments The aid had said to meg don't argue or attempt to get into a fight with the judge, The reason for me being heré, instead of Father ee ais is very much the same, In fact, he was afraid that he would get into a fight with the judge. Ha ha, I had laughed, Papa Joe would have probably ravaged the courtroom, until they pleaded for an end to plunder and turned all the hell raisers looses In the police station, there had been lie upon lie on the part