“It seems kind of like a dream now,” Artie said.
“You never can tell how some dreams will come out,” said Pee-wee. “Once I had a dream that I was a murderer and when I woke up I found I wasn’t a murderer at all.”
“That’s one thing we like about you,” said Roy with a poor attempt at his old bantering spirit.
“What’s that?” Pee-wee asked.
“That you’re not a murderer.”
“I always said you were not,” Westy added.
“No friend of ours is a murderer,” Pee-wee said.
“I guess we’ll have to go back to raising mushrooms now,” Will Dawson observed. “Anyway, I’m glad we’ve got our old car to go to.”
“Same here,” said Vic Norris of the Elks.
They walked along for a little in silence.