As John Cackled Nakedly
under a layer of plastic- stooping to pick up the paper
- in the right-hand corner of the davenport
- all he kept was the duffle bag
- in his rubbery grip
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As John cackled nakedly on the floor, Tessa folded her arms across her bare chest and huffed. Jason looked over at me and his mouth opened and shut several times as he thought of things to say and then thought better of them.
John picked up his bag and shook out its contents on the floor of the hut, beside the roiling mud pool. A bewildering assortment of bric-a-brac tumbled out, but John seemed intent on a particular item that came to rest under a layer of plastic sandwich bags. He stood to raise the duffle bag over his head for a final shake before stooping to pick up the paper airplane amid the baggies, in the right-hand corner of the davenport that he must have stolen from a dollhouse.
He unfolded the airplane, revealing a printed message. He scowled and flung it into the mud. While Tessa, Jason, and I exhorted him to explain himself, he used his feet to scuff all his belongings into the bubbling pit. All he kept was the duffle bag.
Then he lunged at me, showing sadness in his watery eyes and catching my arm in his rubbery grip.
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