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Chapter Five
"I want my own case of Dr. Pepper. We can keep it hidden in the closet. Mom won't see it. And I want all the ice-cream I can eat for the next week. That's what I want or I'm not telling you."
I turned around in the chair and faced the table with my arms folded on the cool, dull- gray Formica top.
David snorted, “Damn, Les. What have you created here?”
I sat for a minute ignoring their gaze. Les could not hold back. He laughed.
David shrugged, exhaled and said, “Okay, you win, where are they?”
I said, “I already have my case hidden upstairs in the bottom drawer of my closet dresser. The other two are out back in the bushes beside the back porch.”
David looked at Les and said, “She took three cases while we weren’t looking?”
Les ignored him, went out the back door to get them, then handed them to Richard. Richard put them on each shoulder and headed home.
David said, “Lisa, you better not let Mom find that case. It’ll be my ass. You won't get in as much trouble as we will, you're just a little kid.”
“I’m not just a little kid. I’m ten years old and I’m just as smart as you think you are.”
“I think you’ve met your match there, David,” Danny said.
Les walked back in and asked Danny, "Did you get the bolt-cutters? You need to take them back before they're missed."
Danny said, “It's all cool, man. Richard took 'em with him. I’m headed out.”
“Can you stash Benny's dolly somewhere for us? Mom’ll ask a thousand questions if she sees it.”
“Sure, I’ll just take it with me, we‘ll probably need it, anyway. That okay?”
“Yeah, man, that works. See you tomorrow.” Les said. “Thanks for the help.”
David spoke up and said, “Hey, ask Richard to get over here early, so we can go talk to that manager guy. Alright?”
Danny nodded his head as he left. David and Les took out the trash full of Dr. Pepper cans, then went to the front stoop to smoke. I grabbed a dishcloth and wiped up any spilled Dr. Pepper from the green linoleum floor.
Mom arrived home a few minutes later. I sat at the table, playing with a special doll, named Sarah, given to me by my best friend. Mom set her handbag on the table and went to the sink.
She asked, “What’s this?”
I asked, “What’s what?”
“Where did this can of Dr. Pepper come from?” she asked.
Apparently, someone overlooked a can left on the counter.
David must have heard Mom’s question, because he bolted into the kitchen.
I smiled at Mom and stuck my tongue out at David when his entry distracted her. He stared at me in horror, but I said, “David was really sweet to me today. He said he got an extra tip at work and got me a Dr. Pepper at the Mini-Mart.”
Mom smiled back, and then at David, “See there David. See how much better she acts toward you when you are nice. Isn’t it easier to be nice to your sister rather than argue with her all the time?”
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