Chapter 11!
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"Pony..I, you'll never believe me." Cherry looked away from Pony's face.
She closed her eyes in an effort to think what she could possibly say.
Cherry and Ponyboy sat in Cherry's apartment. Cherry picked up a pencil
and started to turn it between her fingers uncomfortably.
"Cherry, c'mon. Tell me." Pony said, wondering what Cherry was so upset
about.
"Pony..I-it's just so hard to tell you." Cherry's voice was shaky, but serious.
Pony placed his hand around her shoulder. "What happened?"
Cherry gave in. She managed to mumble those three words.
"I saw Dally" Cherry looked Pony in the eye, anxiously waiting for his reply.
"You what?" Pony asked.
"I saw Dally, Pony, I did!" Cherry got up and paced the room
"I knew you-or anyone else-wouldn't believe me!"
Pony put his hands on his head, and Cherry could tell he was thinking.
"I did." Cherry said quietly. "I really did"
Pony looked up at Cherry.
"Okay...your not believing me..I had his jacket! I held it in my hand-Pony,
you have to believe me!"
"His jacket?"
"Yeah..I actually put it on" Cherry sat back down.
"You..saw him?"
"Yup-smoking a joint and standin' on the curb"
Pony shook his head slowly.
"See-you don't believe me!" Cherry looked frustrated.
"It's not that I don't.."
"Then why do you look so confused ?" Cherry asked weakly.
"It's that I do." Pony looked up at Cherry.
"Thanks." She said.
"Cherry, listen. No one else is gonna believe this-you know that. So,
I'm gonna go. You have to go to work. I'll see ya later, okay?"
"Sure." Cherry said. She watched Pony leave, then started to get ready for
work. Cherry slowly walked out to the parking lot. She hated getting ready
for work. The real thing was, she hated work. Who would like to work for an
old woman in an antique shop?, not to mention the woman was crazy.
Cherry turned the key, and drove down the road. Cherry wondered what was
really wrong with Mrs. Cathrow. Maybe she was just lonely, or she didn't
get out much. Or, maybe, she was just plain out of her mind.
Her thoughts flooded her mind and soon she was at the antique shop. Cherry
walked in to see Mrs. Cathrow, dusting a large clock.
"Hello" Cherry said.
"Ah..hello, Shelli"
"Sherri"
"Sorry.."
"So, um..what should I do today?.."
Mrs. Cathrow didn't answer.
"Mrs. Cathrow?"
She still didn't say anything.
"Hello?" Cherry said.
"Oh..were you calling me?"
"Well, yes..we're the only ones here."
"Oh yes, sorry. Most people call me by my nickname."
"Well.." Cherry said "In the beginning you told me to call you-"
"Ah..forget about that. I'm over all that formal stuff!"
"So then what do I call you?" Cherry asked, grabbing a duster and starting
to dust an old chair in the corner.
"Well..most people call me Lou-lou."
Cherry cringed. "oh..Lou-lou?."
Cherry continued to dust the chair. What people were she talking about?.
Did she actually have friends? Or was she, Cherry wondered, called lou-lou
by the people in her head. Cherry smiled at her own little joke, and moved
on to dusting a vase.
"People call me Cherry" Cherry said.
"Oh, I can remember that! You know, red hair-a cherry!" Mrs. Cathrow laughed.
"Yeah.." Cherry smiled weakly. "that's why my friends call me that"
"Well.. you have friends, Cherry?" Mrs. Cathrow asked.
"Well, yes.."
"Oh. Since my husband died, I haven't really called my friends."
"Cherry looked up. "It's hard when you loose someone you love."
"Yes, especially when you never got to say goodbye. He died in a car
accident when he was forty-three. We never had any children. He died before
I could get to the hospital. I didn't even get to tell him I love him a
last time."
Cherry was surprised what she had been through, and how strong she was.
"I know how that feels" Cherry said quietly.
"But, hey, that was the past." Mrs. Cathrow said, dusting a old table.
Cherry stared at Mrs.Cathrow. For the first time, Cherry felt Mrs. Cathrow
was right. Cherry continued to dust. How could she get over something so
horrible? Cherry asked herself. Cherry took another look at Mrs. Cathrow's
tearless face, and wondered how she got to be so strong.
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"Pony..I, you'll never believe me." Cherry looked away from Pony's face.
She closed her eyes in an effort to think what she could possibly say.
Cherry and Ponyboy sat in Cherry's apartment. Cherry picked up a pencil
and started to turn it between her fingers uncomfortably.
"Cherry, c'mon. Tell me." Pony said, wondering what Cherry was so upset
about.
"Pony..I-it's just so hard to tell you." Cherry's voice was shaky, but serious.
Pony placed his hand around her shoulder. "What happened?"
Cherry gave in. She managed to mumble those three words.
"I saw Dally" Cherry looked Pony in the eye, anxiously waiting for his reply.
"You what?" Pony asked.
"I saw Dally, Pony, I did!" Cherry got up and paced the room
"I knew you-or anyone else-wouldn't believe me!"
Pony put his hands on his head, and Cherry could tell he was thinking.
"I did." Cherry said quietly. "I really did"
Pony looked up at Cherry.
"Okay...your not believing me..I had his jacket! I held it in my hand-Pony,
you have to believe me!"
"His jacket?"
"Yeah..I actually put it on" Cherry sat back down.
"You..saw him?"
"Yup-smoking a joint and standin' on the curb"
Pony shook his head slowly.
"See-you don't believe me!" Cherry looked frustrated.
"It's not that I don't.."
"Then why do you look so confused ?" Cherry asked weakly.
"It's that I do." Pony looked up at Cherry.
"Thanks." She said.
"Cherry, listen. No one else is gonna believe this-you know that. So,
I'm gonna go. You have to go to work. I'll see ya later, okay?"
"Sure." Cherry said. She watched Pony leave, then started to get ready for
work. Cherry slowly walked out to the parking lot. She hated getting ready
for work. The real thing was, she hated work. Who would like to work for an
old woman in an antique shop?, not to mention the woman was crazy.
Cherry turned the key, and drove down the road. Cherry wondered what was
really wrong with Mrs. Cathrow. Maybe she was just lonely, or she didn't
get out much. Or, maybe, she was just plain out of her mind.
Her thoughts flooded her mind and soon she was at the antique shop. Cherry
walked in to see Mrs. Cathrow, dusting a large clock.
"Hello" Cherry said.
"Ah..hello, Shelli"
"Sherri"
"Sorry.."
"So, um..what should I do today?.."
Mrs. Cathrow didn't answer.
"Mrs. Cathrow?"
She still didn't say anything.
"Hello?" Cherry said.
"Oh..were you calling me?"
"Well, yes..we're the only ones here."
"Oh yes, sorry. Most people call me by my nickname."
"Well.." Cherry said "In the beginning you told me to call you-"
"Ah..forget about that. I'm over all that formal stuff!"
"So then what do I call you?" Cherry asked, grabbing a duster and starting
to dust an old chair in the corner.
"Well..most people call me Lou-lou."
Cherry cringed. "oh..Lou-lou?."
Cherry continued to dust the chair. What people were she talking about?.
Did she actually have friends? Or was she, Cherry wondered, called lou-lou
by the people in her head. Cherry smiled at her own little joke, and moved
on to dusting a vase.
"People call me Cherry" Cherry said.
"Oh, I can remember that! You know, red hair-a cherry!" Mrs. Cathrow laughed.
"Yeah.." Cherry smiled weakly. "that's why my friends call me that"
"Well.. you have friends, Cherry?" Mrs. Cathrow asked.
"Well, yes.."
"Oh. Since my husband died, I haven't really called my friends."
"Cherry looked up. "It's hard when you loose someone you love."
"Yes, especially when you never got to say goodbye. He died in a car
accident when he was forty-three. We never had any children. He died before
I could get to the hospital. I didn't even get to tell him I love him a
last time."
Cherry was surprised what she had been through, and how strong she was.
"I know how that feels" Cherry said quietly.
"But, hey, that was the past." Mrs. Cathrow said, dusting a old table.
Cherry stared at Mrs.Cathrow. For the first time, Cherry felt Mrs. Cathrow
was right. Cherry continued to dust. How could she get over something so
horrible? Cherry asked herself. Cherry took another look at Mrs. Cathrow's
tearless face, and wondered how she got to be so strong.
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