Papa burned down the house. He didn’t mean to: the Devil got a hold of him through the bottle. Papa quit drinking after that.
The insurance man came, and there was a check. It wasn’t enough to rebuild the house, so Papa bought a trailer.
Now that Papa’s sober and God-fearing again, the Devil leaves him alone. Mostly he talks to me. He tells me new ways to tease the boys in the neighborhood. He tells me where the neighbors keep money so I can buy candy. Today he asked me if I knew what was inside of a cat.