The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 9
And she had.
“David,” she said, when I was ten and Grace was 8, “Be nice to your sister.”
“Mom,” I interrupted, “She has cooties. Girls have cooties.”
“Who said?”
“Wenos.”
“Wenos?”
“Wayne.”
“Wayne?”
“Carpenter.”
“How would he know? He doesn’t have any sisters.”
“Huh?”
“Who else?”
“Bill Elsea.” Never say I can’t be taught.
“No sisters.”
“What?”
“Bill doesn’t have sisters ... how would he know?” She made that hand gesture that said, More.
“Umh ... everybody...”
“David Konn?”
“Umh ... no.” I was in furious thought ... something new for me. “I get it ... Jeanie ... David’s sister.”
“What would Jeanie do if David said she had cooties?”
“Well ... the last time he was mean to her, she gave him a black eye.”
“Do any of your friends sisters have cooties?” she asked. “More of your friends have sisters than your friends that don’t?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Need I say more?”
“Nope ... I get it.”
“There’s hope for your reaching 11,” she said.
When I was 12 and girls were suddenly taller and interesting, mom said it again.
“Be nice to your sister.”
But I wasn’t.
Grace was Greasydeal ... and ten. Her friends were ten.
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