...their faimly vistors. Homer ran over to his
brother-in-law and neice. Martin hasn't been the same since his
wife's death. Everyone knew that, but Bart knew it the worse. They
started walking back to the car, and Martin gave Bart a look he never
thought he'd see again after they left beacuse he threw a fit those
many years ago about what he did. He was only 4, after all. He turned
away, not wanted to see his worst fear anymore. This was when Lisa
couldn't take it anymore."Dammit, Bart!"
Her yelling startled him, snapping him away from his thoughts. "You
have to tell me why you're so scared! Bart, you-you're my brother and
when something bothers you, it bothers me, too! Tell me!!" He
sighed, defeated."Fine. But if you
tell anyone I will kill you. Remember when I was 4 and you were 2 and
they first came over after Carrie died?" She nodded, thinknig
back. "Well...th-that night M-m-m-martin...h-h-he...after we
went to bed h-h-h-he came into my room and he-""Hey, hey, hey!!"
Martin swung open the car door and climbed in the back seat next to
Bart. Lisa looked confused. There was room up front, she knew it, and
Jill was too young to sit up there, but he let her anyway."Uhh, Martin, Jill
can't sit up front. She's way too little. She's only 4. And it's
ill-" He cut her off."Ahha so? I cut her
some slack and let her sit up there. Who cares?" Marge and Homer
helped her in he car and then they got in."Al...