I own this plot. That's it so far.
Charlie sat up in bed. It was Monday morning so it wasn't too unusual that he was up early, but this was different.
He glanced at his clock... well... he was too tired to decode the clock right now... it was dark outside. Yeah well... maybe Uncle Paton knew what time it was... if only Charlie weren't so tired he could get up and ask... he sat up... he sat up... he tried to sit up... he fell back down.
Well! Thought Charlie irritably.
Suddenly he heard Grandma Bone scream- probably at Uncle Paton- he couldn't hear quite what she said, but Paton shouted back.
Charlie managed to drag himself out of bed and into the hall.
"What time is it?" He moaned. "I'm going to be tired and miss the bus!" He tried to speak his grandma's language.
"Humph, Paton, you heard the boy, he can't sleep with your shouting!"
"I do believe that it's your screeching that is keeping him awake, am I right, Charlie?"
"It's both of you!" Charlie stormed into his room and passed out on his bed.
"Charles Bone, wake up!" Grandma Bone came in and slapped him as though he were some sort of animal... though even animals shouldn't be treated that way.
"Aren't grandmothers supposed to be nice and buy you candy and stuff like that?" Asked Charlie wearily.
"Maybe I would if you were good," she retorted slapping him again.
"I am good," insisted Charlie.
"Tell you what, if you're good-in my sense- for a day I'll buy you candy."
Charlie had not expected that... at all.
"It's not like you're going to be seeing me at all this week."
"Lucretia can keep an eye on you," She snapped. "So do we have a deal?"
It was early in the morning and Charlie really did like candy so... well when you don't get much sleep you say things you really don't mean. Like now for instance.
"Whatever... sure..." what was the worst that could happen? It was just one day.