earth over. “I want to drive that dump truck.” Dennis looked at the driver tipping the back of the truck to unload the sand. His eyes had a faraway look. “You?” scoffed Ricky. Dennis was the shortest of the lot. “I know! Mission Impossible! We need a mission for today.” Ronnie walked back and forth, humming the theme from the show. “You did watch it last night?” Steve’s eyes grew bigger and rounder as his excitement started building. He continued. “Boy, ah would love to get even one of those gadgets.”
“Yeah!” Ken nodded. “All right, I have a plan. Let’s get Jangalee.” James, they called him Jangalee, roamed the streets, sometimes half naked and dirty. He lived just down the road from them with his mother and terrorized his family, breaking things and running out into the street. They took him to Belleview, the local sanitarium, but he always came back. June wanted vengeance for her own reasons. Jangalee had scared her badly recently as she walked home from school. She had used the back road, a lonely route. He had walked behind her all
the way down the winding road almost a mile long. He started off making weird sounds, then running up close behind her, stopping suddenly just before getting to her. All the way down the road, June walked with her back ramrod straight, never turning to look or flinch at his antics. Her heartbeat threatened to choke her, and sweat trickled down her back. The shirt of her uniform was now clammy and stuck to her skin. He started throwing pebbles at her. One hit her in her back. Just as she was about to start running the last few yards to the main road, a car turned