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Pony gazed out of the window excitedly. Although it was only six o'clock, many people were already out on the streets, parading about it colorful costumes. Pony's own cowboy costume was old and faded, and near ripping in some places, but it was Halloween, and every seven-year-old should be able to have fun regardless of the expensiveness of their costume. Pony didn't mind that the costume was old, so it didn't matter. It was a hand-me-down from Soda, who even at seven was riding. Their middle-class aunt had gotten it for Soda three years ago, but he'd hit a growth spurt and it quickly grew too small.
Pony was wearing jeans that also had previously belonged to Soda. It wasn't actually that bad though, because Soda grew quickly, and couldn't get cast-off clothes from Darry because Darry wore his own out too quickly by working part time, and playing football. Darry sure knew how to rough of pants from playing football. But again, Pony didn't mind. And he loved the leather chaps that went over the jeans. They were rust-colored and soft, worn from Soda's use. Pony loved the way the fringe jiggled when he moved around, and he kept moving just to see it flap around.
He was also moving out of impatience though. At the last minute his mother had decided that the checkered shirt with fringe was too wrinkled and had to be ironed. So Pony had to wait in his jeans, chaps, t-shirt and cowboy hat waiting for the last garment to complete the outfit. Soda was going with him, but he quickly got tired of waiting and went outside and was currently wrestling with his best buddy Steve.
"There." His mom said, coming out if the laundry room. "Much better." Pony quickly took the shirt and shoved his arms into it, buttoning faster than he ever had before. He took an old saddle bag to carry the candy in.
Soda groaned when he saw that he'd have to stop the wrestling match to take his little brother to go trick-or-treating, especially when he was winning. But he loved Pony and Pony was so excited. Soda also felt sad though. Even though he was just ten, he knew how things worked. Soda, and now Pony was a greaser. They weren't as poor as many, but Soda was in a gang that was built of greasers. When you're in a greaser gang and live in the grease neighborhood, you're a greaser. That was why, on the border of greaser and middle class territory, Pony probably had the shabbiest costume around. Most greasers don't go trick-or-treating.
Pony was already knocking on people's doors though. He didn't get much candy, but it was enough for Pony's face to shine up and swell with pride. He officially had candy. Soda saw, and he realized it didn't matter that Soda knew Pony was a greaser, because Pony didn't. Soda knew he had to tell Pony some time, but for know, Pony was blissfully ignorant, the way a seven-year-old should be. Children shouldn't be worried with things they don't have to be yet. Soda wanted to protect him for as long a possible.
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