Two-bit
I barged my way into the Curtis house, whistling a toon. It was Friday night, and notta thing was going on.
"Hey Darry- - whoa." He was sitting at the kitchen table which was covered with a lot of official looking papers. "What's that stuff?"
"Stuff the lawyer gave me." Darry said. " This is a page on Ponyboy, Soda, and I"s relationship according to a psychologist: Darryl Curtis see's his youngest brother, Ponyboy Curtis, as an obligation more then a family member and child. Ponyboy Curtis, in return, is timid. But, Darryl Curtis see's his middle brother, Sodapop Curtis, as a peer, not a responsibility, so he is wild and self-centered." Darry practically spat the words. "Soda self-centered. Hah. And Pony's only timid with strangers. I don't even remember going to a psychologist." He threw the stack in his hands to the table with a disgusted sigh. "The lawyer says I can't see Soda or Pony till after the hearing. Almost a month."
"You can still talk to them, right?" I sat down to his left.
"Yea, but we can't talk about the court thing, or anything that's happened." He started to sort threw some of the papers. "The lawyer's telling them tonight. I expect them to call any time now." He said, in a softer voice.
"It'll be over soon." I said. "Don't worry about it." I got up and flopped down on the couch, turning on the television. Nothing was on. As usual. They didn't get much in this area. I sat up again.
"I told Ponyboy I'd get him out of the joint for a few ours tomorrow. Probably to a movie or something." I said. He hung out at the DX when Soda had a night shift yesterday. He looked miserable, and bored, though Soda had him draining to oil out of some piece of a car. "Anything you want me to tell 'im?"
Before he could reply the phone rang. He leaned his chair back and grabbed the cream colored device.
"Hello?. . . . What?! No. Yea. No. No. Yea. . . . I'll be right there. . . . yea, the one in town. Uh-huh." Darry started squibbling on the back of a sheet of paper. "Okay. Be right there." He hung up, turning to me. "The house Pony and Soda was in got torched. Their in the hospital." He got to his feet, grabbing for his coat. "It was the lawyer that called me."
"I'm coming too!" I jumped to my feet, my stomach churning.
I barged my way into the Curtis house, whistling a toon. It was Friday night, and notta thing was going on.
"Hey Darry- - whoa." He was sitting at the kitchen table which was covered with a lot of official looking papers. "What's that stuff?"
"Stuff the lawyer gave me." Darry said. " This is a page on Ponyboy, Soda, and I"s relationship according to a psychologist: Darryl Curtis see's his youngest brother, Ponyboy Curtis, as an obligation more then a family member and child. Ponyboy Curtis, in return, is timid. But, Darryl Curtis see's his middle brother, Sodapop Curtis, as a peer, not a responsibility, so he is wild and self-centered." Darry practically spat the words. "Soda self-centered. Hah. And Pony's only timid with strangers. I don't even remember going to a psychologist." He threw the stack in his hands to the table with a disgusted sigh. "The lawyer says I can't see Soda or Pony till after the hearing. Almost a month."
"You can still talk to them, right?" I sat down to his left.
"Yea, but we can't talk about the court thing, or anything that's happened." He started to sort threw some of the papers. "The lawyer's telling them tonight. I expect them to call any time now." He said, in a softer voice.
"It'll be over soon." I said. "Don't worry about it." I got up and flopped down on the couch, turning on the television. Nothing was on. As usual. They didn't get much in this area. I sat up again.
"I told Ponyboy I'd get him out of the joint for a few ours tomorrow. Probably to a movie or something." I said. He hung out at the DX when Soda had a night shift yesterday. He looked miserable, and bored, though Soda had him draining to oil out of some piece of a car. "Anything you want me to tell 'im?"
Before he could reply the phone rang. He leaned his chair back and grabbed the cream colored device.
"Hello?. . . . What?! No. Yea. No. No. Yea. . . . I'll be right there. . . . yea, the one in town. Uh-huh." Darry started squibbling on the back of a sheet of paper. "Okay. Be right there." He hung up, turning to me. "The house Pony and Soda was in got torched. Their in the hospital." He got to his feet, grabbing for his coat. "It was the lawyer that called me."
"I'm coming too!" I jumped to my feet, my stomach churning.