The weeks I had my cast on were torture for me. I didn't know how anyone expected me to just sit around and do nothing when I knew we were having money problems. Soda, bless his heart, was working full time every night of the week. But it just wasn't enough. I knew we had to bring in more money, but I had no way of getting it.
I noticed Pony looked more haggard everyday. I didn't know what was wrong, and when I'd ask him about it, he'd say it was nothing. It started to worry me, but I tried to ignore it. I figured he'd tell me or Soda about it sooner or later.
I started feeling less pain in my leg. The cast was annoying me, because I always had a terrible itch on my leg, and I could never scratch it. I knew what I'd do as soon as it came off-scratch it!
When Soda got home one night, I noticed Pony wasn't with him. He'd told me earlier that he was going to the DX to help Soda, but he wasn't there.
"Where's Pony?" I asked. Soda got off at eight, so it wasn't much to worry about if Pony wasn't home. He must have just gone to another movie or something.
"What do you mean?" Soda asked.
"He told me he was going to the DX to help you. Didn't he go?"
"No. I haven't seen him since I left this morning."
"Uh-oh" was all I said. It was starting to worry me. It wasn't like Pony to lie to me, and I didn't know what else he'd be doing. He would have told us if he went somewhere.
"What? What is it?" Soda asked, concerned.
"He told me he was going to help you. He would have told one of us that he was going somewhere. I think something must have happened to him."
"Don't look on the bad side. He probably just went to the movies and forgot to tell us. It's okay. If he's not here in half an hour, we'll go look for him, okay?"
"Fine. I'm still worried, though." I said stubbornly.
"Fine. Worry yourself gray-headed. It's no big deal. You know how absent-minded Pony can be."
He sat down next to me and we watched tv. Well, Soda might have, but I didn't. I was still thinking about Ponyboy.