One Week, One Story: Part Four

3 PM

Busted! 

First, his pants don't have pockets. Second, he doesn't own a pocket knife. He confessed to taking two of Daddy's pocket knives. One was in his bedroom. We went straight to church after getting off the bus, so that will have to be confirmed later. 


6 PM

His jacket pockets were making an unusual noise. In his jacket was a door handle taken apart and another pocket knife. Now at least I know he had them to unscrew things and not cut things up.

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