Lenny closed his eyes. "A noise."
"They'll cry out like little frogs in a ditch at sundown."
"Sure," Lenny said with a laugh, his eyeballs shifting under the closed lids. "Well, I don't hear nothing." He opened his eyes and looked at the old man. "What's the point of me confessing if I don't hear nothing?"
His grandfather stood up with a groan. "Keep listening," he said.
This is another one of Tim Gautreaux's great stories.