"Well yer and odd lookin' sort that fer sure." The old man said as he looked the pierced and tattooed teenager over shrudly. Johnny wasn't sure how much he liked that old man's words, but he was grateful to him so didn't retort. "Well it gettin' on about that time, get on in the kitchen...ya can supper with us." Johnny followed the old farmer, and his daughter into the kitchen. As they sat down at the table, the back door opened. And a young farm boy about Johnny's own age walked in, and sat down at the table with them. "Ya finish yer chores boy?" Old Garrit demanded.
"Ya papa."
"Well good...thought ya was goin' to be later fer supper again!" The old man groused. Turning quickly Garrit glared at Johnny with his beady black eye's. "So whats yer story?"
"M..my family and I were just passing throught, we had a break down when this freak giant Zeke guy showed up."
"Drivin' a wreaker truck?" Old Garrit asked, Johnny nodded and went on. "He took my mom and sister into town, and gave dad and me hotdogs to eat."
Old Garrit looked him over. "But ya didn't eat yours." He stated flatly.
"Errr no I don't like hotdogs." Johnny admitted
"Smart boy...them things bad fer ya." The old man chackled as if at some private joke.
"M..my dad ate both of them."
"Well no helpin' him now... no helpin' any of them...Town's gott'em good!"
"Wha...what do you mean?" The old man stared at him for a long moment.
"I could explain, but don't know as you'd believe it." He admitted.
"After what I've seen tonight...I think I could believe about anything." Johnny countered.
"I bet ya could at that." Old Garrit agreed. "Well thats after supper talk... now lets eat." He grunted as his daughter piled the food on the table.....