George went green from the inside out.
"Wh-what did the police want?" He asked.
Velma turned her owlish, pea-green eyes fully on him and gave him a slow, ghoulish smile.
"They're coming to take you away, sonny-boy."
"What?! No! They can't do that! I'm just a kid - I'm only in the 4th grade!"
"Oh, they've got places for you, little laddie. Not places your mommy and dad would tell you about, no sir."
"I won't go!"
Nurse Velma pulled up a metal chair which scraped and screeched awfully as she dragged it across the floor. She turned it backwards and straddled it, crossing her arms over the back-rest. George noticed that her legs were covered with dark, wooly, hair.
"Listen George - "her voice came out deep and raspy, " - the cops are bad news for you all right, but it's not the cops you should be worrying about."
George had opened his mouth to either ask "How do you know my name?", or "Why don't you wear dark nylons to cover your wooly legs?", but he forgot these questions under this stunning communication.
"What should I be worried about?" he asked in a quivery voice.
Nurse Velma leaned in close and her eyes got so big that George thought she could have swallowed up the room with them.
"The Boomerang, George - the Boomerang."
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