JUNK MAN Chapter 4 I couldn’t believe my luck; Mom had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she and Prissy were at Aunt Bessie’s and what time they’d be home. I had twenty-minutes to get cleaned up and rehearse my story about my missing cane pole and shirt, just in case Mom noticed their absence. I could explain the mud; no problem there. I had already made up my mind about Junk Man; no way was I going to tell her about him and his zombie-machine. Mom started dinner as soon as she and... Sign in to see full entry.