“Peanut: Come here puppet boy... make your daddy talk!”
“How come a boy can be so stupid, but a Daddy, who actually used to be a BOY himself, can be so wonderful?”
“the air that had been still before swoops and tunnels through the clearing, raising dust, making the boys close their eyes. Maybe Daddy is right; maybe Katrina is coming for us.”
“We get paid to hang out in this beautiful court! Four puppets on a string, just like those two up there (pointing to the two hanging puppets), waiting for someone to jerk them into life and make them talk.”
“Me. A bad boy. For eating boiled peanuts in the graveyard. Go figure.”
“At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn't be able to stick out here.”