birthday. I鈥檇 forgotten about the birthdaypresents hiding under a growing pile of dust on the floor of my closet.
銆��鈥淲hat did you do to this?鈥�he asked in a horrorstruck voice.
銆��鈥淚t didn鈥檛 want to come out of the dashboard.鈥�
銆��鈥淪o you felt the need to torture it?鈥�
銆��鈥淵ou know how I am with tools. No pain was inflicted intentionally.鈥�
銆��He shook his head, his face a mask of faux tragedy. 鈥淵ou killed it.鈥�
銆��I shrugged. 鈥淥h, well.鈥�
銆��鈥淚t would hurt their feelings if they saw this,鈥�he said. 鈥淚 guess it鈥檚 a good thing that you鈥檝e been on housearrest. I鈥檒l have to get another one in place before they notice.鈥�
銆��鈥淭hanks, but I don鈥檛 need a fancy stereo.鈥�
銆��鈥淚t鈥檚 not for your sake that I鈥檓 going to replace it.鈥�
銆��I sighed.
銆��鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 get much good out of your birthday presents last year,鈥�he said in a disgruntled voice.
銆��Suddenly, he was fanning himself with a stiff rectangle of paper.
銆��I didn鈥檛 answer, for fear my voice would shake. My disastrous eighteenth birthday 鈥�with all its far-reaching
No comments:
Post a Comment