2. "What did you do with the dead mouse?"
Trooper gave me nothing but a blank stare, afraid of confessing to whatever it was that he wasn't supposed to do.
"What did you do with it? Did you touch it?" He had been outside where it lay in the driveway, and knowing him, there was no way he'd gone without doing something to it.
"Oh, no." Trooper said, relieved that touching the mouse was the action in question here. "I just told it it was going to be dead for a long, long time. And then I did a maniacal laugh."
And then I pictured the neighbors listening to this creepy little monologue, and I thought that maybe touching it wouldn't have been so bad.