The continuing account of reading A Night in the Lonesome October with an nine-year-old, out loud and during the day.
Graymalk had just finished digging something up and was dragging it to the house when I entered her yard. I brought her up to date on last night's events, and while she cautioned me never to trust a bat she acknowledged the seriousness of the threat presented by the vicar and his crew. Someone had apparently taken a shot at them from the top of a hill as she and Jill passed overhead last night, causing them to veer and experience an exciting moment or two near a chimney.We talked about this for a bit and concluded that what really happened here was that Jill was hanging out behind the vicar as he was addressing his congregation, and mimicking his movements, but playing innocent as soon as he turned around to see what they were laughing at.
Lily really liked the voice I used for Graymalk, "It's like you're a cat and a woman at the same time!"
Now if I can only do something about my unfortunate Needle voice.
The rest of the chapter was mostly about the logistics of disposing of the body of a dead cop, which is the kind of thing that can upset little kids, but her only question was "Was the police officer a man or a woman?"