"Darry why do we have to stay with this lady. She a soc."
"Soda, it's only for one afternoon. She's the only lady in the whole town I can get to sit you, and that's your own fault not mine."
"Why can't Two-bit or Dally sit us?" Soda whined, not about to give in without a fight.
"Because they're busy. Now you two are going to be nice to this lady. Remember your manners and don't break anything for goodness sake."
"Did you know, fries are made from potatoes?"
"Pony, what are you talkin' about?" Darry said, looking down at his brother with a confused expression on his face.
"Fries," Ponyboy repeated. "They're made from potatoes. Can I have some fries?"
"No! You've just had lunch. Soda will you get off my shirt, your gonna rip it!" Soda had been tugging at Darry's shirt for the past five minutes try to get his attention.
"It's not fair! I don't wanna go stay with this posh lady. She'll be just like the others. It's not damn fair!"
"Soda!" Darry snapped, giving him a light smack to remind him to watch his mouth. "Don't you dare speak like that about Mrs Warren. You haven't even met her yet, and anyone who's willing to put up with you two for an afternoon is, in my opinion, a saint!"
"Ummmm! Damn's a naughty word isn't it Darry."
"Yes it is, and Soda's a naughty boy for using it. So don't you go repeating it." Darry grabbed Pony's hand as Soda shoved his hands into his pockets and stuck his tongue out at Ponyboy.
"Darry....that shop sells fries..."
"No Ponyboy! We're gonna be late."
10 minutes all three Curtis brothers stood in front of a large semi- detached immaculate looking house.
"See," Soda muttered. "I told you it was gonna be posh."
"Look," Pony whispered in awe. "She has a red front door..."
"Come on," Darry said, shaking his head and pulling his brothers up the gravel drive. "I'll ring the bell and..."
"No I wanna ring it!" Pony yelled, jumping up to try and reach. "I wanna ring it!"
"Alright, alright. You ring it then." Darry lifted him up and Pony held his finger down on the buzzer. "Pony that's enough," Darry hissed. "You'll make enough noise to wake the dead...Oh hello Mrs Warren."
"Hello Darrel, and how are you this fine Sunday afternoon?" A large plump middle-aged women stood in the doorway, grinning down at them. Darry took a step back and felt Ponyboy grab his hand.
"Er....We're fine thank you." He was craning to see round her and into her house. From what he could see, it looked just as neat and tidy as the outside of it. Oh God, he thought to himself, Pony and Soda are gonna make a right mess of this. "Is it ok if I pick them up around five?"
Soda almost choked on his gum. "Five o'clock," he spluttered. "That's four hours!"
"Yes I know," Darry hissed back glaring at him.
"Hi Mrs Waral, my name's Ponyboy." Pony said cheerfully, holding out a sticky hand.
"It's Mrs Warren," Darry whispered, becoming more embarrassed by the minute. He decided to leave as quickly as possible.
"Good afternoon Ponyboy," Mrs Warren replied, taking his hand and shaking it heartily. Pony beamed, it wasn't often people shook his hand. "Well come in, come in, no need to stand on my doorstep all afternoon!"
"Oh...yes," Darry said, slightlly taken back. "I'll see both you later. Now be good and remember what we talked about." This last bit was directed, with a firm glance, at Soda.
"Your not staying?" Ponyboy asked, looking confused.
"Of course he's not dear," Mrs Warren said briskly, ushering Pony and soda in through the door.
"But I thought..." Pony began.
"Aw Pony don't you ever listen," Soda said, rolling his eyes. "We've been talkin' about it the whole way here!"
"I was thinking about fries!" Pony said in reply. He turned to Mrs Warren. "Do you have any fries?"
Darry closed his eyes in despair. When he opened again, the door was just closing. The last thing he saw was Soda scuffing his sneakers on the plush red carpet and Ponyboy clinging on to Mrs Warren's skirt and peering anxiously through the crack in the door. Then it banged shut. Might as well start looking for a new sitter right this minute he thought to himself as he walked back down the drive.
"You have a red front door," Pony informed Mrs Warren as soon as it closed.
"She does that Dummy. She ain't blind!" Soda snapped, still in a bad mood and determined not to enjoy himself.
"Thank you Ponyboy," Mrs Warren replied, looking reproachfully at Soda. "It's very nice of you to say so. Now I'll just go call my grandchildren so you boys will have someone to play with."
"You have grandchildren!?" Soda asked, his mood dropping even lower.
"Yes dear," Mrs Warren said, disappearing upstairs. "Didn't your brother tell you?"
"Didn't your brother tell you?" Soda mimicked as soon as she'd gone. "I told you she'd be a witch didn't I."
"No, you said she'd be a wicked witch. Anyway, she's not a witch, I think she's nice."
"You say that now, wait till she brings her Grandkids down to eat us!"
To be continued... In part 2, meet the Grandkids.
"Soda, it's only for one afternoon. She's the only lady in the whole town I can get to sit you, and that's your own fault not mine."
"Why can't Two-bit or Dally sit us?" Soda whined, not about to give in without a fight.
"Because they're busy. Now you two are going to be nice to this lady. Remember your manners and don't break anything for goodness sake."
"Did you know, fries are made from potatoes?"
"Pony, what are you talkin' about?" Darry said, looking down at his brother with a confused expression on his face.
"Fries," Ponyboy repeated. "They're made from potatoes. Can I have some fries?"
"No! You've just had lunch. Soda will you get off my shirt, your gonna rip it!" Soda had been tugging at Darry's shirt for the past five minutes try to get his attention.
"It's not fair! I don't wanna go stay with this posh lady. She'll be just like the others. It's not damn fair!"
"Soda!" Darry snapped, giving him a light smack to remind him to watch his mouth. "Don't you dare speak like that about Mrs Warren. You haven't even met her yet, and anyone who's willing to put up with you two for an afternoon is, in my opinion, a saint!"
"Ummmm! Damn's a naughty word isn't it Darry."
"Yes it is, and Soda's a naughty boy for using it. So don't you go repeating it." Darry grabbed Pony's hand as Soda shoved his hands into his pockets and stuck his tongue out at Ponyboy.
"Darry....that shop sells fries..."
"No Ponyboy! We're gonna be late."
10 minutes all three Curtis brothers stood in front of a large semi- detached immaculate looking house.
"See," Soda muttered. "I told you it was gonna be posh."
"Look," Pony whispered in awe. "She has a red front door..."
"Come on," Darry said, shaking his head and pulling his brothers up the gravel drive. "I'll ring the bell and..."
"No I wanna ring it!" Pony yelled, jumping up to try and reach. "I wanna ring it!"
"Alright, alright. You ring it then." Darry lifted him up and Pony held his finger down on the buzzer. "Pony that's enough," Darry hissed. "You'll make enough noise to wake the dead...Oh hello Mrs Warren."
"Hello Darrel, and how are you this fine Sunday afternoon?" A large plump middle-aged women stood in the doorway, grinning down at them. Darry took a step back and felt Ponyboy grab his hand.
"Er....We're fine thank you." He was craning to see round her and into her house. From what he could see, it looked just as neat and tidy as the outside of it. Oh God, he thought to himself, Pony and Soda are gonna make a right mess of this. "Is it ok if I pick them up around five?"
Soda almost choked on his gum. "Five o'clock," he spluttered. "That's four hours!"
"Yes I know," Darry hissed back glaring at him.
"Hi Mrs Waral, my name's Ponyboy." Pony said cheerfully, holding out a sticky hand.
"It's Mrs Warren," Darry whispered, becoming more embarrassed by the minute. He decided to leave as quickly as possible.
"Good afternoon Ponyboy," Mrs Warren replied, taking his hand and shaking it heartily. Pony beamed, it wasn't often people shook his hand. "Well come in, come in, no need to stand on my doorstep all afternoon!"
"Oh...yes," Darry said, slightlly taken back. "I'll see both you later. Now be good and remember what we talked about." This last bit was directed, with a firm glance, at Soda.
"Your not staying?" Ponyboy asked, looking confused.
"Of course he's not dear," Mrs Warren said briskly, ushering Pony and soda in through the door.
"But I thought..." Pony began.
"Aw Pony don't you ever listen," Soda said, rolling his eyes. "We've been talkin' about it the whole way here!"
"I was thinking about fries!" Pony said in reply. He turned to Mrs Warren. "Do you have any fries?"
Darry closed his eyes in despair. When he opened again, the door was just closing. The last thing he saw was Soda scuffing his sneakers on the plush red carpet and Ponyboy clinging on to Mrs Warren's skirt and peering anxiously through the crack in the door. Then it banged shut. Might as well start looking for a new sitter right this minute he thought to himself as he walked back down the drive.
"You have a red front door," Pony informed Mrs Warren as soon as it closed.
"She does that Dummy. She ain't blind!" Soda snapped, still in a bad mood and determined not to enjoy himself.
"Thank you Ponyboy," Mrs Warren replied, looking reproachfully at Soda. "It's very nice of you to say so. Now I'll just go call my grandchildren so you boys will have someone to play with."
"You have grandchildren!?" Soda asked, his mood dropping even lower.
"Yes dear," Mrs Warren said, disappearing upstairs. "Didn't your brother tell you?"
"Didn't your brother tell you?" Soda mimicked as soon as she'd gone. "I told you she'd be a witch didn't I."
"No, you said she'd be a wicked witch. Anyway, she's not a witch, I think she's nice."
"You say that now, wait till she brings her Grandkids down to eat us!"
To be continued... In part 2, meet the Grandkids.