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My twin brother Vern and I sat underneath our porch digging for a quart jar of pennies he buried. We have been digging for them for nine months, and I was about ready to call it quits.
"I'm telling ya, Vern, Billy beat ya to 'em!" Billy was our older brother, who was in a deadly gang called the cobras. Vern and I nearly felt that Billy hated us, which he probably did, but I still had a little hope that he loved us. But I don't know what Vern thought about it for that matter.
"Just dig faster, Violet!" Vern sighed.
"Keep tellin yourself that, Vern, but I'm pretty sure this is my third time digging in this spot!"
"Well maybe if you weren't so sloppy, you wouldn't have to do that!" Vern yelled. Two can play at that game, bud.
"Well maybe if you kept the map in the tree house, you wouldn't have lost it!" I shouted back.
"Well maybe if you cleaned our room when you were supposed to, mom wouldn't have to!"
"I don't even know why the fuck I'm helping you, Vern!" I snapped. I was really getting irritated. "I mean, the jar's not that small!" I shouted, gesturing to how close together the holes were. "We don't have to fuckin dig the holes so fuckin close together!"
Vern was just about to answer me with a smartass comment, until we heard our screen door slam shut and the sound of two familiar voices, our brother, Billy, and his right-hand man, Charlie Hogan.
Rule Number 1: Never let Billy catch you eavesdropping.
Vern and I knew better than to say anything else. Last time Billy caught us eavesdropping, he whipped our thighs so bad that we could barely walk for a week.
"Jesus Christ, Billy, we gotta do something!" Charlie Hogan exclaimed.
"Why? Who cares?" Billy snapped. Well obviously Charlie does, you fuckin cock-knocker.
"We saw him!"
"So? He ain't nothin to us, and the kid's dead, so we ain't nothing to him neither. I mean, who gives a shit if they ever find him, I don't!" Wait, dead kid? Did Billy kill someone?
"But it was that kid they were talking about on the radio! Brocker, or Brower, or Flowers, whatever the kid's name was? The train must've hit him." Charlie said with a little concern in his voice.
"Big fuckin' deal,"
"I think we should tell the cops."
"You don't go squackin' to the cops after ya' boosted a car, ya' idiot. They gonna wanna know how the hell we got way out on Back Harlow Road. Now they know we don't got no car. Its best we just keep our mouths shut, then they can't touch us."
"We can make an anonymous call." Charlie suggested, being his stubborn self.
"They trace those calls, stupid. I seen it on Highway Patrol and on Dragnet."
"Right," Charlie stated, "I just wish we never boosted that goddamn Dodge! I wish Ace had been with us, we coulda told the cops we was in his car."
"Well he wasn't!" Billy snapped. He was really short-tempered; every little thing set him off.
"We gonna tell em'?" Charlie asked. It was getting more and more harder to hear them, since they were walking down the road, probably towards Ace's house.
"We ain't gonna tell nobody, nobody never, you dig me?"
I don't know why, but somehow I knew that Vern and I were thinking the same thing. It must be twin telepathy or some shit like that. Wait till the guys hear this!