Chapter twenty-one

This chapter is really long. It has a lot of talking.

Seven days later, they held a funeral at the cul-de-sac.

Everyone attended.

There was a coffin on the cul-de-sac.

Inside the coffin was Marty.

Double Dee and the others told the kids in the cul-de-sac how a good friend Marty was, and her life.

Double Dee wiped a tear from his eye, and he put a piece of gold in front of the coffin.

On the gold, there was an inscription that said: MARTY. BORN: March 2, 1991 DIED: March 1, 2006. A TRUE FRIEND.

Later that same day, everyone in the cul-de-sac was at Dea's house.

They were having a party.

There was punch, and chocolate bars.

Eddy was the first one to come.

"Hi, Eddy." Dea said.

Dea kissed Eddy on the cheek.

Oh, and did I mention that Dea's stomach was getting bigger?

Say that she's fat in front of her, and it won't be pretty.

Anyway, Eddy said, "I brought ham for the party."

Dea smiled.

"That was so sweet of you, Eddy."

Eddy kissed Dea on the cheek, and he set the ham on the table.

The doorbell rang.

Dea answered it.

She saw Double Dee standing in front of her.

"Hello, Dea. I'm sorry about…well, you know."

Dea smiled.

"It's okay." She said.

"I also brought you a ham." Double Dee said.

Dea laughed, and took the ham.

"I'll put it on the table." She said.

There was another knock at the door.

"I'll get it for you, Dea." Double Dee said, rushing to the door.

"It will be my pleasure. Besides, it's not very healthy in your condition to do this."

Double Dee opened the door, and he saw Ed and Amy.

Amy was crying.

"I brought ham, guys!" Ed said, holding the ham.

Amy sniffed, and said, "I…I….I…I…I…I…I…I…I…I…"

"Girl, for Christ sake, spill it out!" Eddy yelled.

"Sorry."

Amy sniffed again.

"I bought pickled pig feet...your favorite!"

Amy opened the jar of pickled pig feet, took a big pig foot out of the jar and blew on it.

She put the pig foot where she put her snot on in the jar.

Amy closed the lid.

Everyone stared at Amy.

"You need it more than I do." Dea said.

"You keep it."

Amy stepped inside crying, and Ed came in with the ham.

Dea took the ham out of Ed's hands, and said, "Thank you, big Ed."

Dea sniffed the ham.

"What did you put on the ham, Ed?" Dea asked.

"Gravy, sea salt, peppers from the kitchen, and more gravy. YUM!"

"Uh…thank you, Ed." Dea said.

Dea put the third ham on the table.

Eddy followed her.

"Do you like spicy stuff?" Eddy asked.

"Of course." Dea said.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing." Eddy said.

Eddy quickly got out a pepper shaker, and put 5 shakes on the ham.

Everyone except Dea was in the hallway.

"Do you know what's strange? Everyone cried at that funeral except Dea."

"I was aware of that, Eddy." Double Dee said.

"Dea never cried even a diminutive bit. She's a warrior, a samurai, a fighter."

"Hey, I loved that song!" Amy said.

Eddy elbowed Amy in the ribs.

"Not helping!" He said.

"I'll talk to Dea if you guys don't mind."

Eddy went downstairs to go talk to Dea.

Dea was in the kitchen, putting the hams in the oven.

"Dea, I want to talk to you." Eddy said.

"Sure." Dea said.

Eddy took a deep breath and said, "Dea, something's wrong with you."

Eddy took another deep breath.

"Everyone cried at the funeral except you. Look, its okay to cry, really."

"No, it's okay. I'm not sad." Dea said.

"Look, it's normal to show affections for your friend. Just let it all out."

"Eddy, look, I'M fine!" Dea said again.

"But Dea…"

"Eddy, you're WRONG! You're all wrong! Now, go upstairs. I'll call you guys when the hams are ready."

Eddy went back upstairs.

Amy, Ed, and Double Dee were still in the hallway.

They saw Eddy coming upstairs.

"How did it go?" Amy said.

"Please tell us, Eddy!" Double Dee said.

"I love fairy tales!" Ed said.

"Dea is really strong. I don't know how she does it." Eddy said.

"How did it go?" Amy asked again.

"Well, I told Dea that it's okay to mourn over Marty, but she told me that we were wrong. That we were all wrong." Eddy said.

Everyone gave Eddy a blank stare.

"We were wrong?" Double Dee said.

Finally, the party was over.

Double Dee, Amy, Ed, and Eddy came downstairs.

They saw Dea picking up trash that people left during the party.

"Do you need assistance, Dea?" Double Dee asked.

"No, thanks." Dea said.

"Are you sure?" Eddy asked.

"Of course. Now, go upstairs." Dea said.

"But Dea…" Amy said, but Dea cut her off.

"NO! I don't need any help from any of you! Now go to the other room!" Dea yelled.

Shocked, the others went into the living room to watch TV.

Dea picked up trash and put them in the trash can.

Then she put cups on the counter.

Then, she picked up a punch bowl.

She looked at it for a long time, and then CRASH!

Dea dropped the punch bowl to the ground deliberately.

The others heard from the living room.

"What the hell was that?" Eddy asked.

"DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!" Dea screamed.

She was breaking down on the floor.

She started crying uncontrollably.

Finally, she's mourning over Marty.

The others ran to the kitchen.

They saw Dea breaking down on the kitchen floor.

They also saw the punch bowl, shattered into pieces.

They picked Dea up from the floor, and started hugging her.

"It's okay…" Eddy said.

"I know how you're feeling, Dea." Double Dee said.

"There, there, old friend." Ed said

"There are a lot of things to be ashamed of."

"It's alright. We're here." Amy said.

They patted Dea on the back.

Dea was still crying.

Please R&R. something is going to happen in the next chapter.