You take the kids I kill you.

You take the kids I kill you. You take the kids I burn the house down everybody inside the mother told the twins the father said. I tell you man she ship you to Philippines she feed you peanut butter banana sandwich she have no problem drop you for big party the father told the two the mother did. 

Both times, the girls looked out the window. They heard the heat slap the pavement. Saw the crepe paper melt off the trees’ branches. Thought back to their little island to their camel’s blue-wax lips smacking sideways on her fist of grain to their brown-spotted pony dragging its foot across the sand to the jerking far-away shadow of trees catching on fire.