The window broke with a crash.
“Damn it! Not again Jeffery! When I get my hands on you…”
It was several hours later when Frank threw open the door to the hop. He had known the kids would be there.
“Jeffery, you’ll pay for my window.” He roared as he stalked towards the teenager.
“I didn’t break your window, Frank!” the boy shouted, hands raised. “I was behind the fryer all day.”
“It’s true, Frank,” Shelly said, wrapping her hands around Jeffery’s arm.
“It was Travis who did it, Frank. I saw him do it.” Luke insisted, stepping forward boldly.
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