And the clothesline was gone. But there wasn't any candy.

Just a can of beans.

This piece was so delightful, and it's for reasons like this. It just kept twisting and turning, all the way to that ending, which I think I enjoyed emotionally a little more than I should have.

But what really make me fall in love was the perfect innocent-little-kid voice contained therein, as in here:
It was my big brother Andy. He's okay. He can be a bit mean sometimes, but he's nice to me when Daddy comes home.

And especially here:
Dad came home and he was all loud, and he smelled like the funny drink he keeps in the cupboard.

And that's what made deadbolt so damned satisfying.