The Devil to Pay
Two policemen held Howard Jenkins back as he struggled to reach the six-year-old boy that stood smiling at him. Howard’s pajamas were stained from water and sooty grime.
“He did it! He’s the devil, I tell you! He killed my Martha!”
“Easy, Sir. The firechief said—“
“I don’t give a damn what he said! That boy poisoned our dog, then burned our house down!”
After a few seconds, Howard was pulled from the room and the officer asked the boy, “Are you okay, kid?”
Still smiling, the boy looked at him. “Did she sizzle and pop? Like on TV?”