Rhett John
Bell died Sunday - July 15, 1984.
When I first
started this book my Grandmother had died. Now my best-friend
has died. I never got to write about Rhett, I regret that
I didn't . I regret lots of things. I was drastictly shocked
when i found out the news. Just that Sunday I was trying
to get people together at my house. I called Rhett's house
to see if he could come over or do something. Rody answered
and said Rhett wasn't home. Rody said that Rhett was with
Clint and was probably getting "Halloween" at
the V.C.R. place. Rody would tell Rhett to call me as
soon as he saw Rhett. After calling a few people and Joni
was the only one that could come over I called Clint's
house to see if they were there. There was no answer at
their house. I called Rhett's house again and Rhett's
mother, Nanci answered. Mrs B said that Rhett should be
home by dusk and that she would Rhett call me when he
got home. Rhett never went home again. Joni came over
to my apartment and we played "Burger Time"
The sirens past the apartment on Las Tablas. One of them
carred Clint's older brother Chris. The other carried
the corpse of Rhett. That was the furthest thing from
my mind at the time. I had Joni call Rhett's house again
because i felt like I'd be a pain to call three times.
No one answered the phone.
Michael R.
Booth
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