eBooks - Children - Fiction - Catherine Ryan Hyde - The Day I Killed James
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One I'm Sorry I Washed Your Car Maybe I should have been nicer about it. But it was early. It was so damned early. It was daybreak, damn it to hell. And I didn't have to get up for school yet. And that's one of those things it just doesn't pay to rush. I guess I should have been nicer about a lot of things. But that's hindsight. Isn't it? I couldn't just roll over and go back to sleep, because there was water running somewhere. And there shouldn't have been. So I rolled out of bed and put on Randy's red pin-striped shirt. I love that shirt. If we-God forbid-ever break up, he'd better kiss it goodbye. And I went to the window. And there was James in the driveway, washing my car. I opened the window. Thought that would get his attention, but not quite. Usually it was not hard for me. To get James's attention. I waved my arms around. Without raising them too high, because, you know, Randy's shirt only covered just so much. And James was easily encouraged. Pre-encouraged, one might even say. Like one of those computers you buy with the software already installed. He saw me then. Snapped off the hose. Smiled. When James smiled at me, it made me a little bit nervous. When he smiled at me, his face lit up with this look that always made me wonder why being loved is not the joy the poets claim. James or Randy, either one. It's just not what they set us up to expect. He called out good morning to me. "James," I said, trying to be half-assed quiet to keep my father out of it. My father was not so sure about the whole James phenomenon. "Why are you washing my car?" It's really pathetic, what happened to that poor smile. It reminded me of a dog told to play dead.... |
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