But Joey, he says that’s baloney. What he heard is, Mr. Fenton keeps all that ice cream that nobody wants because deep down in the diary case, under all those praline peaches-here Joey looks around just to make sure nobody’s listening-deep down in the dairy case is someone’s dead body.
And I go, “Come on,” and he goes, “I swear,” and I go, “Who says?” and he goes, “One of the big kids,” and I ask who it was, only Joey, he can’t tell me because he doesn’t want to get beat up and he probably shouldn’t have even said anything.
Then he just goes, “Take your turn,” and I missed Darryl Strawberry by like a mile because I wasn’t even thinking about baseball cards any more. I was thinking about what was buried in the dairy case at Fenton’s Food Mart, under a hundred half-gallons of ice cream.
Well I tried not to think about it, I really did, but every time we went shopping there was all that ice cream not getting bought, and it was weird because they didn’t even mark the price down, they just let it sit there forever in aisle six. Once I tried digging through the cartons myself, but before I could get to the bottom, my mom goes, “Stan, what are you doing?” and I couldn’t say I wanted to see the dead body under al the ice ream, could I, so I figured I’d just have to wait and think of something else.
And I did, too.

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