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Asking questions, already knowing the answer
Darry, Soda and Steve all left for work, leaving Pony, Two-bit, Johnny and me.
"Come on guys lets go finish the dishes." Pony stood from the couch. I groaned slightly but followed him into the kitchen.
"Aren't you guys gonna help," I questioned the two couch potatoes.
"Nah" Two-bit shook his head not even glancing at me, I looked over to Johnny but he was to lost in the television screen to notice.
"Like they ever do," Pony chuckled. I just rolled my eyes and began to dry the silverware.
"I'm goin' for a walk" I said wiping my damp hands on the dish towel, after we had finished. "You commin' Ponyboy?"
"Sure" he answered.
"You guys tagging along?" I asked. I really didn't want them to join, but I did not want to make it obvious. Not that I don't like Two-bit and Johnny, especially not Johnny, you just had to love him. Pony was different. I always felt more comfortable with him than the rest of the gang. I could talk to him about things I don't tell anyone.
"Nope" Two-bit said to my relief
"Johnny?" I questioned him, but he just shook his head. Pony and I headed out the door.
We didn't talk much, not sure, even, of where we were going. We just kept walking. I stared at my feet being sure not to trip over the worn, cracked pavements.
"Pony" I said weekly. Stopping suddenly I turned towards him. After a minute of studying his concerned face, I sighed and spoke. "Pony, do you think I should go to the orphanage?"
That gathered his attention pretty fast. "Hell no. Darry says you can stay as long as you need."
"I know" I argued, "but, I'm just another mouth to feed, another person to take care of and Darry hardly can feed and take care of you and Soda. He already works hard enough, Pony." I'd been thinking about that for a long time.
"Mattie," he pleaded, "don't go, we need ya'. You know, to straighten us out!" True, I thought. I was mother, the one who questioned and sometimes even lectured. Not like they ever listened. They could go somewhere, do something with their lives, but so far, only I knew that.
After I returned Pony's grin, he took of like a jackrabbit. Sprinting out ahead of me. I followed him. I enjoyed running, I was even planning to try out for the team, come fall. Depressingly, that was about the only sport I was good at, (No had eye coordination, whatsoever.) Chasing him, I was short of breath by the time we reached the Curtis'.
"Beat you again Mattie!" he shouted from the porch. "Not fair!" I demanded a rematch.
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Okay, stopping there. Please R+R. Thanx.
Asking questions, already knowing the answer
Darry, Soda and Steve all left for work, leaving Pony, Two-bit, Johnny and me.
"Come on guys lets go finish the dishes." Pony stood from the couch. I groaned slightly but followed him into the kitchen.
"Aren't you guys gonna help," I questioned the two couch potatoes.
"Nah" Two-bit shook his head not even glancing at me, I looked over to Johnny but he was to lost in the television screen to notice.
"Like they ever do," Pony chuckled. I just rolled my eyes and began to dry the silverware.
"I'm goin' for a walk" I said wiping my damp hands on the dish towel, after we had finished. "You commin' Ponyboy?"
"Sure" he answered.
"You guys tagging along?" I asked. I really didn't want them to join, but I did not want to make it obvious. Not that I don't like Two-bit and Johnny, especially not Johnny, you just had to love him. Pony was different. I always felt more comfortable with him than the rest of the gang. I could talk to him about things I don't tell anyone.
"Nope" Two-bit said to my relief
"Johnny?" I questioned him, but he just shook his head. Pony and I headed out the door.
We didn't talk much, not sure, even, of where we were going. We just kept walking. I stared at my feet being sure not to trip over the worn, cracked pavements.
"Pony" I said weekly. Stopping suddenly I turned towards him. After a minute of studying his concerned face, I sighed and spoke. "Pony, do you think I should go to the orphanage?"
That gathered his attention pretty fast. "Hell no. Darry says you can stay as long as you need."
"I know" I argued, "but, I'm just another mouth to feed, another person to take care of and Darry hardly can feed and take care of you and Soda. He already works hard enough, Pony." I'd been thinking about that for a long time.
"Mattie," he pleaded, "don't go, we need ya'. You know, to straighten us out!" True, I thought. I was mother, the one who questioned and sometimes even lectured. Not like they ever listened. They could go somewhere, do something with their lives, but so far, only I knew that.
After I returned Pony's grin, he took of like a jackrabbit. Sprinting out ahead of me. I followed him. I enjoyed running, I was even planning to try out for the team, come fall. Depressingly, that was about the only sport I was good at, (No had eye coordination, whatsoever.) Chasing him, I was short of breath by the time we reached the Curtis'.
"Beat you again Mattie!" he shouted from the porch. "Not fair!" I demanded a rematch.
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Okay, stopping there. Please R+R. Thanx.
