Me:
“What man?”
Troy:
“The man that was sleeping on the sidewalk.”
Me:
“He’s on the other side of the square.”
Troy:
“Can we go over there and touch him?”
Me:
“Why do you want to touch him?”
Troy:
“Because I want to see if he’s dead.”
Me:
“He’s not dead.”
Troy:
“How do you know?”
Me:
“Because he took his shoes off.”
Troy:
“Well, maybe he got shot.”
Me:
“And then they took his shoes off and left them there next to the body?”
Troy:
“Yeah.”
Me:
“Why would they do that? If they were going to go to all of the trouble of
removing his shoes, then why would they leave them there?”
Troy:
“Why would they want his dirty old shoes?”
Me:
“They wouldn’t. But that still doesn’t explain why they’d take them off.”
Troy:
“Maybe they changed their mind.”
Me: “Maybe they did.”
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