Kinda short chapter...
Chapter Eight
Today, I know better. Back then, though, I wasn't able to understand that all daddy wanted to do was run away from his memories. Yeah, it really sounds like me, I didn't want to open my suitcase filled with mementos either. Anyway, back then I couldn't understand what he was doing, in fact I thought he was out of his mind (yeah, Susan, he was) to even think of going away from Tulsa, the city where mother had grown up and which she loved, and where all our friends lived. Our friends, the people who could help us carry on.
Well, he made me his statement and I ran again, guess where to. I had to find Soda, of course. But his house's door was locked and the windows were all shut. I started to bang on the door and cry desperately, calling for him, for Darry, for Pony, for my godfather and godmother. Nobody was there. It took me a while to give up banging on the door, but I did, and then sat on the porch, crying, looking at the bruises I had gotten in my right hand from the bangs.
Two bit was passing by. He had a black eye, a gift from a big cowboy who happened to have a blonde girlfriend with whom Two bit had the bad luck to mess.
"Hey Susan Curtis" he said "What's up, broad?"
Then I told him I was leaving and he gave me the bad news: the Curtis family was enjoying a day at the farm and wouldn't be back before 10 pm. Two bit could be the funny guy and all that stuff, but he wasn't a jerk at all, he knew exactly what I was going through and maybe he could understand dad's behavior better than I did.
"Well" it was strange to see Two bit talking seriously "we're gonna miss you, girl. You take care"
We said goodbye and both followed our ways. I was almost at the corner when I remembered something very, very important.
"Hey Two bit!" I yelled. "can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Would you tell Sodapop... would you deliver him a message?"
"Sure."
I took my school notebook and a pen from my backpack and then, trembling, wrote something in capital letters: NEVER AGAIN I WILL SAY I NEVER FELT LIKE IT. SAVE A KISS FOR ME. SUSAN.
Chapter Eight
Today, I know better. Back then, though, I wasn't able to understand that all daddy wanted to do was run away from his memories. Yeah, it really sounds like me, I didn't want to open my suitcase filled with mementos either. Anyway, back then I couldn't understand what he was doing, in fact I thought he was out of his mind (yeah, Susan, he was) to even think of going away from Tulsa, the city where mother had grown up and which she loved, and where all our friends lived. Our friends, the people who could help us carry on.
Well, he made me his statement and I ran again, guess where to. I had to find Soda, of course. But his house's door was locked and the windows were all shut. I started to bang on the door and cry desperately, calling for him, for Darry, for Pony, for my godfather and godmother. Nobody was there. It took me a while to give up banging on the door, but I did, and then sat on the porch, crying, looking at the bruises I had gotten in my right hand from the bangs.
Two bit was passing by. He had a black eye, a gift from a big cowboy who happened to have a blonde girlfriend with whom Two bit had the bad luck to mess.
"Hey Susan Curtis" he said "What's up, broad?"
Then I told him I was leaving and he gave me the bad news: the Curtis family was enjoying a day at the farm and wouldn't be back before 10 pm. Two bit could be the funny guy and all that stuff, but he wasn't a jerk at all, he knew exactly what I was going through and maybe he could understand dad's behavior better than I did.
"Well" it was strange to see Two bit talking seriously "we're gonna miss you, girl. You take care"
We said goodbye and both followed our ways. I was almost at the corner when I remembered something very, very important.
"Hey Two bit!" I yelled. "can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Would you tell Sodapop... would you deliver him a message?"
"Sure."
I took my school notebook and a pen from my backpack and then, trembling, wrote something in capital letters: NEVER AGAIN I WILL SAY I NEVER FELT LIKE IT. SAVE A KISS FOR ME. SUSAN.
