We don't have much money as you probably know but it doesn't matter. Well, it does but there is no one to watch Sophie. I'm goin' down to the daycare where we all went to when we were little. I'm sure our teacher is still there. The funeral is Thursday, next Thursday. We have the obituaries done, Ponyboy wrote them. Mom's is:
Name: Eleanor M. Curtis.
Age: 36
DOB: December 16, 1930.
Funeral time: 12:00 PM
Date: Thursday, December 8, 196636- year-old Eleanor Merriam Curtis was killed Tuesday along with her husband in a Train accident. Their car stalled on the tracks and the train hit the car, instantly killing the 36-yr. old and her husband. Anyone invited. Now dad's is:
Name: Darrel Shayne Curtis Sr.
Age: 40
DOB: July 28, 1925Funeral Time: 12:00 PM
Date: Thursday, December 8, 1966
40 year old Darrel Shayne Curtis Sr. was killed along with his wife Eleanor Merriam Curtis from a train accident. The date of the Funeral will be next Thursday at 12:00 PM. anyone is invited to come.
The Obituaries were simple but good. I picked mom to wear a white shirt and purple skirt, her favorite one, with her purple shoes but no one would be seeing her shoes. Dad will wear black shirt button-down and nice black jeans with black shoes. Dad was always wearing some sort of jeans.
" Darry? Can we come with you to the Daycare? We're bored," Pony asked. Guess it was ok. Who knows…?
" Um, yea, just behave," I knew that was a dumb thing to say cause with Two-bit around, he's bound to do somethin'. Since no one will be home, I have to bring Soph with us so I went into her crib and pulled her out.
Currently, she looked hilarious. Her baby hair was in every other direction, she was blowing spit bubbles, and she had food all over her clothes. I took a wash cloth and wiped her down while I also changed her diaper. Then, I put her in a yellow onesie, a white hat, and her white jacket. It was cold, snowing actually. I didn't want her sick.
" C'mon guys, lets go," everyone piled into the truck.
" I need to register my sister," I told the lady. She looked familiar and I'm sure the woman thought I did too.
" Here. Excuse me sir, but do I know you?" I smiled as I recognized her. She was my old friend's mom.
" Mrs. Lock? It's me, Darrel Junior," her mouth dropped and her eyes widened. We talked a bit as I registered Sophia. I'm sure thins will get better but I don't know when.