Two-bit
I don't think it's ever been this quiet in the Curtis's house. I'm sitting on the couch, playing solitaire, listening to Darry wash the dishes for the millionth time that afternoon. There has been no fighting, no shoving, no loud radio, no TV, and no pencil sketching. I didn't like the quiet. I was half wanting to go home, but I didn't want to leave Darry alone. Steve was at his house for some family gathering that he didn't want to go to.
Darry slowly came out of the kitchen, flicking off the light. He collapsed on the couch next to me, then got up again, realizing he was sitting on a pile of clothes. He picked them up, sat back down, and started to slowly folding. By the looks of them, size and dirtiness, they were Pony's. Not a speck on 'em.
"He never puts his laundry away." Darry murmured.
"I don't think he knows how." I replied. He sighed again. "Awe, c'mon Darry, you know them. They're tough." He looked even more miserable.
"Pony's not tough." He said.
"Well, Soda is, and you know Soda isn't going to leave his brother for nothing." I sighed. "You look like shit. That ain't helpin' them, ya know, making them worry about you worrying." He sighed.
"I can't help it." He replied, stubbornly. "You would worry if you had two kids depending on you." He said, shooting me a look. I probably would, I thought. I didn't know what to say. He sigh. So did I.
For once in my life I was speechless.
I don't think it's ever been this quiet in the Curtis's house. I'm sitting on the couch, playing solitaire, listening to Darry wash the dishes for the millionth time that afternoon. There has been no fighting, no shoving, no loud radio, no TV, and no pencil sketching. I didn't like the quiet. I was half wanting to go home, but I didn't want to leave Darry alone. Steve was at his house for some family gathering that he didn't want to go to.
Darry slowly came out of the kitchen, flicking off the light. He collapsed on the couch next to me, then got up again, realizing he was sitting on a pile of clothes. He picked them up, sat back down, and started to slowly folding. By the looks of them, size and dirtiness, they were Pony's. Not a speck on 'em.
"He never puts his laundry away." Darry murmured.
"I don't think he knows how." I replied. He sighed again. "Awe, c'mon Darry, you know them. They're tough." He looked even more miserable.
"Pony's not tough." He said.
"Well, Soda is, and you know Soda isn't going to leave his brother for nothing." I sighed. "You look like shit. That ain't helpin' them, ya know, making them worry about you worrying." He sighed.
"I can't help it." He replied, stubbornly. "You would worry if you had two kids depending on you." He said, shooting me a look. I probably would, I thought. I didn't know what to say. He sigh. So did I.
For once in my life I was speechless.