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“C’mon Jimmy!” his sister yells. “Let’s play Star Wars!” Running past the bin of loose vegetables, she grabs two large carrots and throws one towards her brother. Carrots and onions spill onto the floor.
Laughing hysterically, Jimmy catches the carrot in mid-air and lunges forward thrusting it towards her bare mid-section. “I’m going to kill you, Obiwan!” he shrieks.
“Noooo! Help!” shouts the girl at the top of her lungs. Parrying his thrust, she swings her carrot wildly in the air barely missing an elderly gentleman trying to negotiate around their flailing arms.
Then another bloodcurdling scream, “Jimmy! Payne! STOP THAT NOW!” A woman in her late thirties with stringy shoulder-length blonde hair rushes towards them pushing a shopping cart overflowing with supplies. Grabbing the girl by the shoulders she picks her off the floor and shakes her like a rag-doll. “You’re driving me crazy! I warned you both. No TV. No computer for a week. And that’s final.”
“That’s not fair!” cries Jimmy. “What’d I do? She started it.”
“SHUT UP! Not another word from either of you.”
As they pull into the driveway, Payne whispers to Jimmy, “Meet me upstairs, okay?” He nods.
The woman collapses onto the sofa next to an unshaved man in his early forties wearing a stained sweatshirt and dirty faded jeans. Crumpled beer cans circle an overflowing ashtray.
“Jesse, I swear I’m gonna kill them kids,” sighs the woman. “Today they practically tore up the Grocery Barn.”
Without a word the man slips the belt out of his pants. Trying to stand up he staggers and barks his shin on the coffee table. “Goddammit!” He gives her a look and pulls his hand back as if to strike.
“No, honey,” she whimpers. “Please baby.” She pulls him back down onto the couch and kisses him while kicking the belt under the coffee table.
“C’mon baby. Jus’ relax, okay?”
Upstairs, two screams pierce the air. “Mommy! Daddy! Help!” Then a single gunshot cracks the air.
A crash as something downstairs breaks. Footsteps pound up the stairs. “Be careful Jesse! Wait for me!”
Cries from the bedroom closet, “Help us!”
Bursting into the bedroom, Jesse moves quickly to the closet and tears the slatted door off of its hinges. Nothing. The woman scampers up behind him and squints into the semi-lit space.
“I don’t see nothin Jesse. Just some dirty—“
She catches a tiny movement out of the corner of her eye. Something in the pile of laundry on the floor—a little black tube poking out towards them.
“Look Jesse. What’s that?” They take a step forward.
Six explosions in quick succession, like firecrackers. Blood everywhere. Cries. Then silence.
Two small forms emerge from the clothing. The girl holds a small revolver at her side.
“It’s like I told you, Jimmy. I can only take so much. Now we can play whatever we want, whenever we want. Go turn on the computer, okay? We’ll clean up this mess later.”