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goose bumps pop from his
flesh.
“Would you help me out, please, and put this
in the trashcan in the bathroom?” And she handed the diaper to
him.
Philip took the plastic diaper with two
fingers and squeezed his nose shut with his other hand. He ran down
the hall but decided to slow down and be careful. If he dropped the
diaper and it spilled, Mrs. Wyatt might make him clean it up. He
could never do that without throwing up. And then she’d probably
make him clean that up, too. He found the trashcan and
lifted the top. The smell was horrible. He dumped the diaper in and
ran downstairs where he could breathe again. He sucked in mighty
breaths.
He was mad at Emery now. Where did he
go? If Emery had stayed with him, he never would have had to
touch that stinky diaper. Philip spied the chessboard neatly
arranged with chess pieces. Dirty, diapery, stinky chess pieces. He
swung his foot at it and knocked the pieces all over the living
room floor. That would show Emery. And with that, Philip went
home.
Two
Philip rushed through his own front door and
dashed straight into the kitchen, right to the sink. His mother was
busy fixing dinner.
“What are you doing, Philip?”
“Washing my hands.”
“But that’s my dishwashing soap. Philip, not
so much. Since when did you start washing your hands before dinner
without being told?”
Philip wanted to say, Since I started
holding stinky diapers . But he only shrugged. He dried his
hands on the towel that hung from the refrigerator handle.
“Don’t go far, Philip. Dinner is almost
ready.”
“I won’t,” Philip said as he left the
kitchen. On his way upstairs he reached the fourth step and
stopped. There were flowers in the living room. A lot of flowers.
Philip backed down to investigate. One, two, three, four. Four
bunches of flowers sitting in tall bottles full of water. Red,
yellow, white, blue. Philip went back into the kitchen.
“Mommy, why are there so many flowers in the
living room?”
“Daddy and I have a surprise for you
tonight.”
“Flowers are for girls. How about a candy
surprise?”
“Philip, the flowers are not the surprise.
They just set the scene. They add atmosphere.”
Set the scene? Add atmosphere? What
was his mother talking about? He left the kitchen. Something funny
was going on. Philip went upstairs to the bathroom to wash his
hands again. He wanted to be sure that all of the stinky
diaper was off of them.
Then he went to his room. That was where he
kept his candy, hidden in a shoebox in a special hiding place way
in the back of his closet. His mother knew about the shoebox, but
she didn’t know where he kept it. At least she said she didn’t
know. He had made her promise that she would never ever look inside
his shoebox even if she found it. It was his most private place in
the world. But the only thing Philip kept in his shoebox was candy,
and there were three candy bars there today. He would eat them all
before dinner. He’d seen what his mother was cooking. Pork chops.
Philip didn’t like pork chops. He liked candy.
As he munched a Nestles’ Krackle, he thought
of Emery. Emery used to be fun, used to be his best friend. Now he
was boring. They couldn’t do anything in his house.
Because of the baby. The stupid baby. Philip
was glad he was the only child his parents had. There was no one to
bother him.
Philip heard a car outside. His father was
home. Now he would learn what the surprise was. The door downstairs
banged. Philip ran to the top of the stairs to listen.
“Is all of this for Philip?” he heard his
father say.
“I think it’s nice,” his mother answered.
“Oh, it is,” his father agreed. “But for
Philip?”
Philip wiped his chocolatey fingers on his
pants and went back inside his bedroom. He put the other two candy
bars back inside his shoebox. He’d eat them later. It was time to
see what his surprise was. Maybe it was something he could play
with. He bounced down the stairs,
flesh.
“Would you help me out, please, and put this
in the trashcan in the bathroom?” And she handed the diaper to
him.
Philip took the plastic diaper with two
fingers and squeezed his nose shut with his other hand. He ran down
the hall but decided to slow down and be careful. If he dropped the
diaper and it spilled, Mrs. Wyatt might make him clean it up. He
could never do that without throwing up. And then she’d probably
make him clean that up, too. He found the trashcan and
lifted the top. The smell was horrible. He dumped the diaper in and
ran downstairs where he could breathe again. He sucked in mighty
breaths.
He was mad at Emery now. Where did he
go? If Emery had stayed with him, he never would have had to
touch that stinky diaper. Philip spied the chessboard neatly
arranged with chess pieces. Dirty, diapery, stinky chess pieces. He
swung his foot at it and knocked the pieces all over the living
room floor. That would show Emery. And with that, Philip went
home.
Two
Philip rushed through his own front door and
dashed straight into the kitchen, right to the sink. His mother was
busy fixing dinner.
“What are you doing, Philip?”
“Washing my hands.”
“But that’s my dishwashing soap. Philip, not
so much. Since when did you start washing your hands before dinner
without being told?”
Philip wanted to say, Since I started
holding stinky diapers . But he only shrugged. He dried his
hands on the towel that hung from the refrigerator handle.
“Don’t go far, Philip. Dinner is almost
ready.”
“I won’t,” Philip said as he left the
kitchen. On his way upstairs he reached the fourth step and
stopped. There were flowers in the living room. A lot of flowers.
Philip backed down to investigate. One, two, three, four. Four
bunches of flowers sitting in tall bottles full of water. Red,
yellow, white, blue. Philip went back into the kitchen.
“Mommy, why are there so many flowers in the
living room?”
“Daddy and I have a surprise for you
tonight.”
“Flowers are for girls. How about a candy
surprise?”
“Philip, the flowers are not the surprise.
They just set the scene. They add atmosphere.”
Set the scene? Add atmosphere? What
was his mother talking about? He left the kitchen. Something funny
was going on. Philip went upstairs to the bathroom to wash his
hands again. He wanted to be sure that all of the stinky
diaper was off of them.
Then he went to his room. That was where he
kept his candy, hidden in a shoebox in a special hiding place way
in the back of his closet. His mother knew about the shoebox, but
she didn’t know where he kept it. At least she said she didn’t
know. He had made her promise that she would never ever look inside
his shoebox even if she found it. It was his most private place in
the world. But the only thing Philip kept in his shoebox was candy,
and there were three candy bars there today. He would eat them all
before dinner. He’d seen what his mother was cooking. Pork chops.
Philip didn’t like pork chops. He liked candy.
As he munched a Nestles’ Krackle, he thought
of Emery. Emery used to be fun, used to be his best friend. Now he
was boring. They couldn’t do anything in his house.
Because of the baby. The stupid baby. Philip
was glad he was the only child his parents had. There was no one to
bother him.
Philip heard a car outside. His father was
home. Now he would learn what the surprise was. The door downstairs
banged. Philip ran to the top of the stairs to listen.
“Is all of this for Philip?” he heard his
father say.
“I think it’s nice,” his mother answered.
“Oh, it is,” his father agreed. “But for
Philip?”
Philip wiped his chocolatey fingers on his
pants and went back inside his bedroom. He put the other two candy
bars back inside his shoebox. He’d eat them later. It was time to
see what his surprise was. Maybe it was something he could play
with. He bounced down the stairs,
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