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Chapter 20: "I Can Do That."
The next morning, Reggie snuck back into her house just before sunrise. Ray would have no idea that we spent the night in the graveyard. However, when I got to my house, my mother was reading the paper, sitting at the outside table. Twister was still asleep. I came up from behind my mother and greeted her as she jumped a little from shock.
"Did you just get in, mi hijo (my son)?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I replied as I sat down in front of her.
"Good thing that I thought you were in your room; otherwise I would have been scared half to death." she replied, then set her paper down. "Have you been spending time with Reggie Rocket?" she asked as I looked at my lap, wondering what she was going to say. "Be careful, Lars. She's the Reverend's daughter."
"I know, Mom. But she's different," I told her.
"She better be different," she replied, grinning at me. Then she pulled a folded up piece of paper from her robe pocket. "I was doing laundry the other day and I found this in your pocket." She unfolded the piece of paper and began to read it aloud. "'Go to college. Get into medical school. Examine a moon rock.'" she read, then grinned at me. "Lars, these are amazing ambitions, but you're going to have to work really hard."
"I know. I can do that."
"Yes, you can."
"Plus, Reggie has faith in me. She makes me want to be different. She makes me want to be better," I told her as I grinned, thinking of my angel. My mother grinned at me.
"She's a good girl," she replied as she smiled at me. Just then, Twister came out.
"Buenos días (Good morning)," my mother said to him. He sleepily rubbed one eye. He looked at me with a confused look.
"Lars, did you just get in?" he asked.
"He was with Reggie Rocket," my mother informed him.
"Ooh, Lars, you bangin' with the Reverend's daughter? That's a first- class ticket to Hell," Twister said, grinning.
"Por favor (please) don't say that word," my mother told Twister. "Besides, they're behaving. In fact, she's helped him to have goals." Goals. My mother hit the nail on the head. It was then that I realized that Reggie saved my future. If it weren't for her, I'd probably be a high- school dropout. I'd probably be a drug dealer or living on the streets. But Reggie had saved me from all that. I could never thank her enough, even to this day.
Chapter 20: "I Can Do That."
The next morning, Reggie snuck back into her house just before sunrise. Ray would have no idea that we spent the night in the graveyard. However, when I got to my house, my mother was reading the paper, sitting at the outside table. Twister was still asleep. I came up from behind my mother and greeted her as she jumped a little from shock.
"Did you just get in, mi hijo (my son)?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I replied as I sat down in front of her.
"Good thing that I thought you were in your room; otherwise I would have been scared half to death." she replied, then set her paper down. "Have you been spending time with Reggie Rocket?" she asked as I looked at my lap, wondering what she was going to say. "Be careful, Lars. She's the Reverend's daughter."
"I know, Mom. But she's different," I told her.
"She better be different," she replied, grinning at me. Then she pulled a folded up piece of paper from her robe pocket. "I was doing laundry the other day and I found this in your pocket." She unfolded the piece of paper and began to read it aloud. "'Go to college. Get into medical school. Examine a moon rock.'" she read, then grinned at me. "Lars, these are amazing ambitions, but you're going to have to work really hard."
"I know. I can do that."
"Yes, you can."
"Plus, Reggie has faith in me. She makes me want to be different. She makes me want to be better," I told her as I grinned, thinking of my angel. My mother grinned at me.
"She's a good girl," she replied as she smiled at me. Just then, Twister came out.
"Buenos días (Good morning)," my mother said to him. He sleepily rubbed one eye. He looked at me with a confused look.
"Lars, did you just get in?" he asked.
"He was with Reggie Rocket," my mother informed him.
"Ooh, Lars, you bangin' with the Reverend's daughter? That's a first- class ticket to Hell," Twister said, grinning.
"Por favor (please) don't say that word," my mother told Twister. "Besides, they're behaving. In fact, she's helped him to have goals." Goals. My mother hit the nail on the head. It was then that I realized that Reggie saved my future. If it weren't for her, I'd probably be a high- school dropout. I'd probably be a drug dealer or living on the streets. But Reggie had saved me from all that. I could never thank her enough, even to this day.