"Ready?" I asked; Darry looked up from his paperwork. He grinned a bit and gave a nod. We walked out to the car. I had gotten my car back earlier in the day.
"No work, no worrying, I guess Pony and I are going to have to keep our smoke confined in my room." I laughed pulling out of the hospital.
Darry rolled his eyes. "I'm going to be bored out of my mine."
I laughed. "I'm sure you can manage to keep busy for another week."
"My tendons in my hand; I'm going to have to find new jobs." He said.
I bit down on my lip. "I told you; we'll manage don't worry you're self into another heart attack. Pony and Soda are going to be bouncing off the walls when they see you."
"Doubt that." Darry turned to look out the window. His face drew tight. I guess that was his fear is that his brothers would stop loving him or forget about him.
"Maybe Pony can sleep now."
Darry grunted. "What is this crap?"
"I believe it's the Beatles." I replied.
"Are you trying to punish me?"
"You don't like the Beatles?"
"Are you kidding me? What kind of people would want to live in a yellow submarine much less sing about it?"
I sort of looked at him; I was astonished at the fact that someone could hate the Beatles.
"I guess it's not their better lyrics."
"They get on my nerves." He growled changing the station putting on Elvis.
"You ain't nothing but hound dog. Those aren't much better!"
"If you don't like Elvis you aren't my brother!"
"Two-Bit likes Elvis are you telling me he's you're brother?" I retorted.
"No! I'm saying you can't be in my family and not like Elvis?" He replied.
"I love the king! I saw him in concert four times."
"Thank God." Darry breathed in relief.
I laughed. "Now you have to admit that I'm related to you."
"The only person; I would have to admit that too is a blind person. You look exactly like Dad and me."
"Really because when I first came here you seemed to think different."
"I was mad; I was pissed off that you left. I guess I felt cheated; I didn't want Soda and Pony feeling like I did." He said staring at his shoes.
"I'm sorry about that. I was fucking stupid, and I regret it; the last thing I remember of my Dad is a fight he and my Mom had. He gave me this jacket. Now I understand why my Mom hates it so much." I gripped the steering wheel hard watching as my knuckles went white.
"You talk like a Sailor, Dad would have washed you're mouth out." Darry sounded disgusted. "I hope Pony and Soda don't pick up on that."
"I hope not either." I pulled into the driveway. "We're here."
Darry didn't even make to the porch steps. Pony must have spotted him outside the window. The kid jumped the entire porch steps and right on to Darry."
"Pony; he can't" Darry shoved his hand up to stop me. He dropped the baby of the family on the first step and scanned him up and down. Pony ran back inside and we heard him scream to Soda that Darry was back. Soda appeared in the hallway. He just looked at Darry.
"Hey; Pepsi Cola." He smiled.
It took no longer than a second for Soda to end up in Darry's arms.
"You don't look bad. I thought you would look like Mr. Earls after he had his heart attack." Soda said.
"I'm not going too look like some old man. I'm superman." Darry said collapsing back on the couch. I realized right there why he refused to let Pony and Soda see him while he was in the hospital.
"We made chocolate cake!" Pony said. "I'll go get you some." Pony brought him about half the damn cake. "Here, I hate hospital food."
Darry set his plate down on the coffee table. He pulled Soda under one arm and brought Pony to his knee resting his chin on top of the kid's head.
"So does this mean you guys missed me?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm sorry for acting like a brat." Soda said.
"It's alright little buddy."
Darry looked at directly at me. "How was living with Sunny? Should we keep him around guys? He listens to the Beatles."
"That's real funny, little brother." I dragged out the word little. "All you little shits are stuck with me rather you like it or not."
Author's Note: I'm not sure if this is the end of it, or if I'm going to do a sequel but I think this is the end.