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Chapter 10: Did It Hurt?
I decided that I wanted to see Twister. So I drove up to the hospital and asked if I could visit him. When I got to his room, his face wasn't scratched up anymore, but he had scars on his face. He was lying down on the bed, watching The Simpsons. He looked over at me angrily, then continued to stare at the television.
"Look, I'm sorry," I quietly told him. He looked at me angrily again.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Lars. Ya' see these scars on my face? They're gonna be there forever! You've gone too far! And I still haven't found the suitcase full of money buried in the backyard!" He spoke harshly to me.
"Huh?" I asked him. He just shook his head.
"I can't believe I ever wanted to hang out with you! I was a blockhead!" Twister spoke as he glared at me.
"Mom doesn't know this, but I remember telling Pi that I meant to do a belly flop." I told him as I stared down at my feet. Twister grinned at me.
"Did it hurt?" He asked.
"Like hell."
"Good."
"Well, Twist, Sammy is gonna bring you a copy of my play. Mom has told you about it, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah. She actually wanted to see me!" Twister's face was red with fury by now.
"Look, I wanted to come earlier, but I've been busy for the play and everything........"
"Why did you come?" He cut me off. "What's the real reason?" I looked at him, and I could see in his face that he wanted an honest answer. I guess I had to give it to him.
"Well,..........there is this girl..................um, she kinda suggested it." I blushed, thinking about how Reggie and I talked about visiting Twister while practicing our lines. That was, however, when she talked to me. "Well, I'll see you soon, little bro. No more whompings; I promise." I grinned at him, this time honestly. He smiled back. And for the first time ever, we shared a brotherly moment.
Chapter 10: Did It Hurt?
I decided that I wanted to see Twister. So I drove up to the hospital and asked if I could visit him. When I got to his room, his face wasn't scratched up anymore, but he had scars on his face. He was lying down on the bed, watching The Simpsons. He looked over at me angrily, then continued to stare at the television.
"Look, I'm sorry," I quietly told him. He looked at me angrily again.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Lars. Ya' see these scars on my face? They're gonna be there forever! You've gone too far! And I still haven't found the suitcase full of money buried in the backyard!" He spoke harshly to me.
"Huh?" I asked him. He just shook his head.
"I can't believe I ever wanted to hang out with you! I was a blockhead!" Twister spoke as he glared at me.
"Mom doesn't know this, but I remember telling Pi that I meant to do a belly flop." I told him as I stared down at my feet. Twister grinned at me.
"Did it hurt?" He asked.
"Like hell."
"Good."
"Well, Twist, Sammy is gonna bring you a copy of my play. Mom has told you about it, right?" I asked him.
"Yeah. She actually wanted to see me!" Twister's face was red with fury by now.
"Look, I wanted to come earlier, but I've been busy for the play and everything........"
"Why did you come?" He cut me off. "What's the real reason?" I looked at him, and I could see in his face that he wanted an honest answer. I guess I had to give it to him.
"Well,..........there is this girl..................um, she kinda suggested it." I blushed, thinking about how Reggie and I talked about visiting Twister while practicing our lines. That was, however, when she talked to me. "Well, I'll see you soon, little bro. No more whompings; I promise." I grinned at him, this time honestly. He smiled back. And for the first time ever, we shared a brotherly moment.