Here is the last STORY chapter of The Smallest Curtis. I will be doing a little 'how Sophie came to mind' thing next chapter. I hope everyone will get a kick out of it…even if the story was sad. I thank each and every one of y'all that reviewed (you mean so much to me!) and please read the new Heart Killers (when it comes out)…lol.

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

(Soda's POV, not in Summer of 1962)

I would love more than anything to tell you that after four of our dearest friends dying that we got to go home and move on. I would love to say that our lives continued on as best as they could with the help of Steve and Two Bit. But they didn't.

Our lives went downhill after all four of our family members died. By the state, Pony and I were sent to live in a boy's home until we were eighteen. They sold our home with all of our belongings and treasures (including Sophie and Darry's things). It was awful!

And as I sit her and think about my lovely little sister, the way she looked, the way she laughed, the way she got excited when Two Bit threw her up into the air, I think she would be twenty-two (since the year is 1984) and probably would have been finishing college or starting a family with some man that she really loved. But sadly, she will always be seven in my mind. I cannot picture her as an older, more mature adult. I can only picture her as the sweet little girl that I loved greatly.

I'd love to tell you that once I got out of the boy's home, my life was perfect. But it wasn't. Pony still had three more years to go yet and I was homeless. Trying my hardest, I got my job back at the DX and I still work there today.

I waited until Pony was done in the Boy's Home and then we bought ourselves a small apartment. Pony went to the local community college while I still worked at the DX station.

Pony graduated and became a journalist for Time magazine. That was where he met his wife, Rose. She was an editor and the two fell in love. The two were married in 1982 and they now have a daughter and a son named Sophia and Michael.

Thankfully, they still live in Tulsa. Just they live on the nicer side. I wouldn't necessarily say the Soc territory but I would say it's pretty damn close. Every once in a while they invite me over for dinner and stuff but I never really feel that excited to attend.

Sandy left when she found out that she was pregnant with some other guy's baby. I hated the idea of being two-timed so I never really applied myself to any lady's heart. Though many girls tried to make me fall in love with them…I never did. There was only one girl that I had ever loved: Sandy.

And that was how our lives ended. Darry died. Sophie died. Dally died. Johnny died. They'll never come back I know that. But I still can't help but sit by the door and wait.

Not a day goes by that Sophie doesn't cross my mind. And every time she does a small smirk falls across my face. My one and only wish in this would be to go back to the summer of 1962. I think I could have changed so much…

Tear that is the very end of The Smallest Curtis except I still do have one other chapter that I will post along with this one…so review and find out how dear Sophie popped into my head…lol!