e-ull out and trying to get the look in his eye that Hane got. Once Hane said, "God!" and his mother stomped after him and said, "I don't want to hear you say that again. Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord, Thy God, in vain. Do you hear me?" and he guessed that shut Hane up. Ha! He guessed she dressed him off that time.
"God," he said.
He looked studiedly at the ground, making circles in the dust with his finger. "God!" he repeated.
"God dammit," he said softly. He could feel his face getting hot and his chest thumping all of a sudden inside. "God dammit to hel1," he said almost inaudibly. He looked over his shoulder but no one was there.
"God dammit to hell, good Lord from Jerusalem," he said. His uncle said, "good Lord from Jerusalem."
"Good Father, good God, sweep the chickens out the yard," he said and began to giggle. His face was very red. He sat up and looked at his white ankles sticking out of his pants legs into his shoes. They looked like they didn't belong to him. He gripped a hand around each ankle and bent his knees up and rested his chin on a knee. "Our Father Who art in heaven, shoot 'em six and roll 'em seven," he said, giggling again. Boy, she'd smack his head in if she could hear him. God dammit, she'd smack his goddam head in. He rolled over in a fit of laughter. God dammit,
