“So he can talk after all.” (page 120) is what the nurse said the moment Dally and I came in, after having Johnny slightly opening his eyes and faintly saying,
“Hey guys.” I was so happy to see that despite Johnny’s body dying and falling apart, his soul was complete and full of the Johnny I always knew and loved. I quietly moved to the side and whispered to the nurse,
“How’s he doing?” I knew that in that moment I was to expect the worst, but I just needed a hint of reassurance from this wide-eyed and innocent lady. She looked at me as if I was just too young to understand, and with tears forming within her eyes, said, “I’m sorry, but all I can tell you at the moment is that he’s living right now. You should take advantage …show more content…
I just need to get permission from my brothers.” She gave me the info and I was to be standing outside of my house by 7:30 tonight. She’d drive me to her house. Those next few hours were as long as ever. I had a feeling that was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Is that even possible? Whatever I didn’t care; I’m just going to see what happens.
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Finally, it’s 7:30! Margie came five minutes late (I was counting the time). Although we didn’t exchange a word during the car ride, the silence was a good one. As if we both knew when and when not to talk. We arrived at her place. She’s not spoiled rich like a Soc, or poor like us Greasers. Just the perfect balance of both. “Come in, and please feel comfortable. I’ve prepared some dinner for you, I hope you like it!” Margie said. So we just did some small talk, but my patience was wearing away. “I’m sorry, but why did you invite me here? What did you want to tell me?” I finally asked. Margie seemed embarrassed, and I was feeling stupid for mentioning that in the first place. I wasn’t using my head. Darry would’ve gotten real mad if he were
“Hey guys.” I was so happy to see that despite Johnny’s body dying and falling apart, his soul was complete and full of the Johnny I always knew and loved. I quietly moved to the side and whispered to the nurse,
“How’s he doing?” I knew that in that moment I was to expect the worst, but I just needed a hint of reassurance from this wide-eyed and innocent lady. She looked at me as if I was just too young to understand, and with tears forming within her eyes, said, “I’m sorry, but all I can tell you at the moment is that he’s living right now. You should take advantage …show more content…
I just need to get permission from my brothers.” She gave me the info and I was to be standing outside of my house by 7:30 tonight. She’d drive me to her house. Those next few hours were as long as ever. I had a feeling that was a mix of excitement and nervousness. Is that even possible? Whatever I didn’t care; I’m just going to see what happens.
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Finally, it’s 7:30! Margie came five minutes late (I was counting the time). Although we didn’t exchange a word during the car ride, the silence was a good one. As if we both knew when and when not to talk. We arrived at her place. She’s not spoiled rich like a Soc, or poor like us Greasers. Just the perfect balance of both. “Come in, and please feel comfortable. I’ve prepared some dinner for you, I hope you like it!” Margie said. So we just did some small talk, but my patience was wearing away. “I’m sorry, but why did you invite me here? What did you want to tell me?” I finally asked. Margie seemed embarrassed, and I was feeling stupid for mentioning that in the first place. I wasn’t using my head. Darry would’ve gotten real mad if he were