"In the morning, for breakfast?" asked Pearl. "Dad will eat ice cream any time," she said, "and as long as he'll be having some, we might as well all do the same. These melons are delicious that way, and who cares what time of day it is?" "I want some melon with ice cream in it, too!" * * * * * Jimmy's piping voice came from the doorway, and he pranced out into the kitchen in his shorts. "Looks like I should have gotten some more melons," said Dad, beginning to move toward the door. "Never mind," said Mother. "He can have my piece. I don't feel like eating anyway. Jimmy, go get some clothes on before you catch cold. This morning air is a bit chilly--Dad, close the door." "Why, Grandma, what big horns you have," said Jimmy, staring at her. Joe froze in his chair. Dad chuckled as he made his way to the door to close it. "Like father, like son," he said. "Already he's kidding his Grandma! Hey, here comes that fellow already, walking back. He got stuck, all right!" Pearl's chair fell over with a clatter as she rose abruptly to her feet. She faced the door, her face white. Joe recognized him the minute he came to the door. It was the man who had been driving the Mercury the day before. But before he could utter a word, the man dashed into the kitchen, then ran for the living room without a backward glance. "Hey, young feller!" exclaimed Dad. "Where you think you're going?" He began to follow, but almost immediately the young man reappeared, a crucifix clutched in his hand, and he faced Pearl's mother, brandishing it wildly. Pearl leaped to the stove and picked up the poker. With a set expression on her face she ran toward the young man. Joe leaped forward and grabbed her. "Stop!" he yelled. "Do you want to knock your mother out?" Pearl froze in his grasp, and complete silence settled over the kitchen. Except for Jimmy. He was eyeing the young man brandishing the crucifix. "Daddy was right," he said. "You don't have red horns, Mister." He turned to his grandmother. "But Grandma does!" he said triumphantly. Pearl moaned and slumped to the floor in a faint. "Yes, son," said the young man, advancing toward the older woman. "He's got horns, all right! He's the Devil. But I won't have any Devil in my house!" He advanced upon Pearl's mother, thrust out the crucifix and said in loud tones, "Get thee behind me, Satan!" The old lady smiled, walked around the young man, and stood behind him. "Anything you wish," she said. "Now, just a minute," said Dad, his bewilderment complete. "What in thunderation's going on here? Mother, I don't know what you think you're doing, but you're much too old to carry on like this with a strange young man. And don't banter with the Devil's name after all these years!" The young man stood horror-stricken, staring at the crucifix in his hand, and then he uttered a cry of despair and slumped to the floor in a dead faint.