"It was 7 minutes after midnight. The dog was lying on the grass in the middle of the lawn in front of Mrs. Shears house.Its eyes were closed"
I killed Wellington, son
Mrs. Alexander was wearing jeans and training shoes, which old people don't normally wear...I went up to Mrs. Alexander and said, "Do you know anything about Wellington being killed?"
So I went into his bedroom and opened up the cupboard and lifted the toolbox off the top of the shirt box and opened the shirt box. I counted the letters. There were 43 of them. They were all addressed to me in the same handwriting.
Father rubbed his face with his hands and pulled his chin down with his fingers and stared at the wall. I could see him out of the corner of my eye. And he said, "I killed Wellington, Christopher." I wondered if this was a joke, because I don't understand jokes, and when people tell jokes they don't mean what they say.
And then I went up to the door and I pressed the big button and the doors slid open and I stepped through the doors. And I was on the train to London.
Then he got out of the armchair and he walked over to the kitchen door and it opened and there was a big cardboard box on the floor and there was a blanket in it and bent down and put his hands inside the box and he took a little sandy-colored dog out