Chapter 6
Soda called Steve to pick me and him up. I knew Steve wasn't exactly making the boss too happy, but it was out of our hands. Steve wouldn't be too happy about it, either. But he was Darry's buddy, too, so I guess missing almost and hour of work wouldn't really matter.
"Hey kid, where's your brother?" a voice said. I knew it was Steve, but I turned around to double check. From now I would double check everything. I couldn't just count on the first thought that came into my mind anymore. Everything would be double checked. Maybe that sounded corny. But the next time I double check, there might be something that has a chance to save Darry.
"He's with Darry." I responded. I felt like I was gonna cry again, and guess what? I did. You don't cry in front of Steven Randell, especially if you're a tag-a-long brother of his best friend. Greasers don't cry.
Soda came back into the room and cried a little more. I was feeling that there was absolutely no hope left. If Sodapop couldn't make it through this, whoever said I could? Soda was my hope. And it seemed to me that my hope was getting weaker and weaker by the minute.
The car ride home was awfully quiet. There wasn't much to talk about. The only thing I could hear was soda's silent sobbing. Steve would drop us off, finish his shift over at work, and then probably come over our house. Two-Bit was already there. Great, I'd have to suffer through the whole story over and over again.
When I got home, I didn't wanna talk. I just went into me and soda's room, and cried.
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