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Chapter Four
David entered the living room, followed closely by Richard White. “Les, we need to fix that damned lock. I got in way too easy that time,” he said.
David dressed like most of the projects teens. He wore a white tee shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A pack of cigarettes was tucked in the roll of his left shoulder. He looked around at the cases.
“What’s all this shit? Where’d you get it?“ He asked with an up and down examination of Les. Then he looked at me. I could tell he thought I was involved, just by the fold of his eyebrows, an expression which, I knew from experience, meant he suspected something. He also knew how much I liked Dr. Pepper. I ignored him and pressed a cold wet glass against my cheek.
Les said in a matter-of-fact tone, “We lifted a few cases of Dr. Pepper from a truck parked out front.”
David smirked, “A few? A few? Man, I don’t believe this. It looks like you unloaded the whole truck.” He looked around the room and then at me. I walked into the kitchen without even acknowledging him.
He continued, “Damn, little brother, what the hell are we going to do with all this. That’s a lot of fucking Dr. Pepper. How did you get so much and not get caught?”
Les said, “It was one of the big trucks and he parked right out front. The curb is less than twenty feet from our door, so it was easy. We just unloaded it and brought it in while Lisa watched for the driver to come back out from Paco’s.”
“Lisa,” David scoffed, held up one of the cans and examined it. Then he turned his head abruptly toward me. “I bet she had more to do with it than that. She talked you into this didn’t she?”
Richard interrupted before Les could retort and said, “Man we can sell all this. You know that weird guy that manages the Mini-mart in the Berkley hotel? He’ll buy all of it. No questions asked.”
I grabbed several cans and carried them to the kitchen pantry as the boys talked about what to do. I took the cardboard cases I emptied and hid them for use later. I unloaded three whole cases before any of them noticed.
Les asked, “Lisa, what are you doing?”
He snapped, “Stop opening the boxes.”
I said, “It was my idea. We’re not selling it. We’re keeping it so we can drink it.” I folded my arms and turned away from all of them. David walked in front of me and stared. He looked as if he were going to scold me, but the clock caught his attention.
He said, “Shit! Mom will be home in half an hour. We’ve got to figure out what to do with all this before she gets here.”
David said, “Richard, you and Les take several cases to your place, and hide as much as you can in your room. Danny and I will find a place to hide the rest in my room and under the stairs.” He immediately picked up cases and moved them onto the dolly.
“Hurry up, guys,” he said. “We cant let Mom see this, get moving.”
Les pulled the dolly behind him out the back door. Richard carried two cases - one on each shoulder. Danny and David moved as many as possible under the stairs, in the closets and under the beds. The rest they put under the stairwell storage area. I sat and watched at the kitchen table as they worked. I drank more Dr. Pepper. I never had so much at one time.
David walked back into the kitchen and I ignored him again.
But, he said, “Lisa, what did you do with all the Dr. Pepper you took? How many did you take?”
I continued to stare out the door with a frown on my face, and purposefully avoided David's eyes. Richard and Les returned to the kitchen and David became more animated than ever. He spoke more slowly, in an exaggerated, drawn out fashion, “Where did you hide the Dr. Pepper. Lisa.? We don’t have time for this. Mom will be home any minute now.”
I said, “It's not your Dr. Pepper, David. You're not the boss.”
David snickered. "Oh, okay, well I'll just tell Mom when she gets here it was all your idea then, how does that sound? We'll just tell her you had Les and Danny unload the truck. That way you can get all the credit and listen to Mom tell you how badly you sinned. Yeah, that's what we'll do. Right Les?"
David looked over at Les, but I caught him winking. He continued, “I don’t know why you babies couldn’t have hit a Coca-Cola truck. I hate this shit. Tastes like cough syrup.” He poured a can into one of the glasses on the counter. He turned around and glared at me. I sat with my arms crossed and swung my legs lazily under the chair.
David looked over to Les, “Talk some sense into her, were out of time.”
Les said. “Hey, I can’t make her do anything. You know how she is.”
David and Les looked at the clock again. David started looking through the cabinets. He said, “Okay, Lisa, this isn’t funny. Your going to get all of us in trouble. Where did you put it? Mom can't see any Dr. Pepper. Hell, she might even call the cops. You know how she gets when she gets scared. She thinks she will get into trouble herself.”
I dangled my feet and stared at the floor, careful not to look into anyone’s eyes.
Then Les said, “Okay, what do you want, Lisa?”
I stopped and looked at both of them; and I smiled.
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