Double-Dare O’toole
“Do you reach out and grab it or does it touch you on the shoulder and say, “Here I am.”? Fex lay listening to the rain beat against the house. It was Monday morning.
He felt old. Saturday night’s wrestling match on Audrey’s couch had aged him. And the momentary lift he’d gotten from yesterday’s visit to Angie had worn off. This was his week to shine in the principal’s office.
“You awake?”
“No, I’m sleeping with my eyes open.”
“I’ve got this ringing in my ears,” Jerry said. “Maybe it’s from slee...ping in this high altitude. Want to change places?”
“That ringing comes from you practicing on your machine,” Fex told him. “That’d make anybody’s ears ring.”
“Hang on.” One of Jerry’s long, flat feet stuck out over the edge of the bunk, followed by the other. “I’ve got a neat new tune I want to try out on you.”
Things were ganging up on him. Fex got out of bed fast. “Not now,” he said. “It’s late. If you start the week off late, you keep running out of time for the whole rest of it.MoreLess
He felt old. Saturday night’s wrestling match on Audrey’s couch had aged him. And the momentary lift he’d gotten from yesterday’s visit to Angie had worn off. This was his week to shine in the principal’s office.
“You awake?”
“No, I’m sleeping with my eyes open.”
“I’ve got this ringing in my ears,” Jerry said. “Maybe it’s from slee...ping in this high altitude. Want to change places?”
“That ringing comes from you practicing on your machine,” Fex told him. “That’d make anybody’s ears ring.”
“Hang on.” One of Jerry’s long, flat feet stuck out over the edge of the bunk, followed by the other. “I’ve got a neat new tune I want to try out on you.”
Things were ganging up on him. Fex got out of bed fast. “Not now,” he said. “It’s late. If you start the week off late, you keep running out of time for the whole rest of it.MoreLess
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