Ryan Heryford, with Interview
November 27th, 2006
“It was almost dinnertime, when we came back to Mr. Adams’ house, but no one had eaten all day. Mango was sitting outside on the stoop with Jason in her lap and Hannah running in circles around the sidewalk squares. She was calling for me, but I pretended not to hear her. I walked into the lobby and turned on the main light switch. I walked toward the big red curtain in the left corner and let out my nastiest smirk ever. Deep down, I knew that the only thing that could make me smile would be watching Mr. Adams’ face turn lime green and sour as I told the whole world that his museum stories were all a bunch of horse shit and that he was the most miserable man who had ever set foot in Shittsburgh, Pennsylvania.”