Ain't no such word as "slomp" Jessey had scolded me just yesterday. But a crawdad pokin' outta the deep mud ditch alongside the river always made kind of a slomp sound to my ears. That's how you knew ... [+]
It was the summer of 1983 and eight-year-old Danny Brown was having a terrible time. A shy and serious only child, he had recently been forced to move with his parents and, as far as he was concerned, the whole thing had been a disaster. His father's new job had uprooted them from their cozy city condo and taken them 489 miles away from everything Danny had ever known. He missed his old room, his old friends and especially his beloved Granny May. Fresh people in a really small town are always noticed, and Danny knew he was being closely watched. When they would leave the new house, he'd try no