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One of his dark bushy eyebrows quivered all the time, like a disturbed spring, and I was fascinated. But when he began bellowing from one foot away, his whisky-laden breath smothered all my senses.
"Did you see him with her?"
He was not a tall man, yet he stood a head taller than me. Pressing his advantage, he leaned over me to look all the more intimidating. I stepped back. I couldn't let him touch me.
He moved a step to narrow the gap between us. "I asked, did you see him with her in my bedroom?"
"Are you crazy? He's only a kid. He doesn't know anything," mother screamed. She came up to him but he swatted her away like a fly. He wouldn't look at her. His eyes, red-rimmed and unblinking, were only for me.
"Tell me! Did you see him with her in the bedroom last night?" As he spoke, a shower of spittle flew from his mouth and hit my face. I didn't dare wipe it. I stepped back; he advanced.
Mother came in again. "Stop it, Jake. Sam came over only to borrow the drill. He took it and left."
Still without looking at her, he sneered, "Come to borrow the drill or lend you
his six-inch drill?"
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