The Turtle said, “The fellow was a homo and this was difficult. His parents were never in the mood for this information. They sent him to the Barbara V. Hermann Home for Adolescent Rest. The Great Wesley and I were so fond of him. We were saddened by the news of his self-inflicted homicide.”
“Suicide,” said Vicky.
“Not at all,” said the Turtle. “It was murder.”
-excerpt from “Cruddy” by Lynda Barry
