November 19, 1924
"What the hell are you doing home?" Oscar boomed as Jimmy walked quietly inside the house.
"I got the day off." He stuttered.
"Why did you take the day off? We need money!" he yelled so loud the windows shook.
"They said they didn't need me today." He whispered.
"Bull shit! Don't you lie to me!" Oscar screamed grabbing a vase and throwing it at him.
A few shards went deep into Jimmy's arm. He screamed.
"You wimp. I'll show you what real pain is." Oscar grabbed a knife from the kitchen.
Jimmy froze. Then did the one reasonable thing. Ran.
The door of Linny's house burst open. Jimmy stood there panting clutching his bleeding arm.
"We're leaving. Lets go." He said.
"But what happened. Why are we leaving now?" she said franticly.
"Just get the money and lets go." He urged.
As soon as she had the money he grabbed her hand and they started running.
"How are we gonna get there? What happened to your arm?"
"I'll tell you later." He urged trying to get her to run faster.
She realized this must be important so she concentrated on running.
November 20, 1924
Linny wrapped her arms around her trying to stop shivering.
She had taken the shards of vase out of Jimmy's arm but it still hurt as bad.
"So what now?" she asked stepping on the dead grass with a light crunch. "The grass is frozen. It'll snow soon."
"I'm sorry. We had to leave though. I thought he was gonna kill me." He whispered scared still.
"Your safe for now." She said grabbing his hand. "We're gonna freeze though if we don't get coats."
"We'll get them at the next town."