The paper was on Dad’s seat. Dad’s still at work, Dad’s always still at work. Mom didn’t even put a plate on the table for him.
The picture is black and white but Tana says you can tell Amy Gerding’s hair is blond.
“No, she has brown hair,” I say. “I remember, it was brown.”
Tana accidentally spits out some potpie when she says, “Look, see? If she had brown hair it would be dark gray. If she had black hair it would be black.”
I know I’m right, though, I know it was brown.
Amy Gerding had three kids. She had a five-year-old boy, a six-year-old boy, and a nine-year-old girl. She had a sister and an ex-husband. The paper says the murderer probably just wanted money but he panicked and that’s why he shot her. Also he might have been on drugs.
“That’s brown,” Tana says, tapping the murderer’s hair. Polly looks like she’s afraid he’s going to bite Tana’s finger off. I don’t like looking at him either. It’s the same picture they showed on TV with his fat chin and his hair in a ponytail, but he looks even meaner now.
If Gordy Morgan’s picture was in the paper he’d have dark gray hair and dark gray eyes. His hair would be sticking up on top and sweaty by his forehead and ears from all his running around, and his shirt would be white because he likes the white football team.
The suspect is Gordy Morgan, an eleven-year-old boy from Lincoln Middle School. His mom is sick and his dad isn’t much better. He has a brother named Nate who never goes outside and a dog that won’t quit barking, and on September 23 his dad is giving him a gun and he already knows how to shoot it.