Ponyboy in Livingston
When arriving in this odd place, I felt more like a fish out of water than anyone ever. I needed a cigarette, too. The home I would be staying in was with a nice Jewish family, the Friedmans. I found out that they were a family of four, with one child away at college. The parents are Tali and Robert, and the one child who still lives there (who I'd later find out is exactly my age) is Marlena.
I stepped into the house for the first time, and said impulsively, "This place is huge!" For indeed the house was intensely large for only four people. I immediately felt uncomfortable. But Marlena offered to show me to my room. I was grateful to get away from her parents, because they were really trying too hard to be nice. Marlena, however, held nothing back. She talked as if nothing was odd about the scenario. It was quite something.
"Hi Ponyboy!" She said, popping back into my room after making a detour into hers. "Do you like the room? Sorry about the Lord of the Rings poster on the wall. Dan really liked it, but forgot to take it with him. You can take it down if you want."
She was so smooth when talking, you'd think that it was her job, her specialty. More like her own personal art. However, when she stopped talking, I decided to take the liberty of changing the subject at completely.
"Marlena, can you tell me something?" "Shoot." "Can you describe the social structure of Livingston for me? I am having trouble placing you." "Sure."
She looked at me inquisitively, to see if I'd give up any more about my reason for such a request. I decided against saying anything until I had a response, a true greaser instinct. However, my reason was specific. I had just realized that Marlena could not translate into either a Soc or a grease, despite her large abode. She was a type of person only found here, but she even seemed more than that. I needed a little introduction into this environment. I was thrilled that she could help me, and answered my question right then and there.
When arriving in this odd place, I felt more like a fish out of water than anyone ever. I needed a cigarette, too. The home I would be staying in was with a nice Jewish family, the Friedmans. I found out that they were a family of four, with one child away at college. The parents are Tali and Robert, and the one child who still lives there (who I'd later find out is exactly my age) is Marlena.
I stepped into the house for the first time, and said impulsively, "This place is huge!" For indeed the house was intensely large for only four people. I immediately felt uncomfortable. But Marlena offered to show me to my room. I was grateful to get away from her parents, because they were really trying too hard to be nice. Marlena, however, held nothing back. She talked as if nothing was odd about the scenario. It was quite something.
"Hi Ponyboy!" She said, popping back into my room after making a detour into hers. "Do you like the room? Sorry about the Lord of the Rings poster on the wall. Dan really liked it, but forgot to take it with him. You can take it down if you want."
She was so smooth when talking, you'd think that it was her job, her specialty. More like her own personal art. However, when she stopped talking, I decided to take the liberty of changing the subject at completely.
"Marlena, can you tell me something?" "Shoot." "Can you describe the social structure of Livingston for me? I am having trouble placing you." "Sure."
She looked at me inquisitively, to see if I'd give up any more about my reason for such a request. I decided against saying anything until I had a response, a true greaser instinct. However, my reason was specific. I had just realized that Marlena could not translate into either a Soc or a grease, despite her large abode. She was a type of person only found here, but she even seemed more than that. I needed a little introduction into this environment. I was thrilled that she could help me, and answered my question right then and there.