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asked, and Peter shook his head.
“Nope. Think this one is lost?”
“I’m sure we could help him find his way.”
“Boys!” Chuck held up his hands. “This one’s cool! It’s cool. Chill out.”
They looked at Chuck like he had grown a third head.
“You drunk, Chuck?”
“Not anymore,” he replied, and gave Dave a grin. “Things are going to change around here, I expect.”
“Cassie, you done with this?” Richard came in, picking up the plate she had nearly knocked over. She turned back to look at it, ‘yes’ forming on her lips. And then she smiled.
“No, I ain’t. Not yet.”
Chuck grinned at his best friend as he took off his coat.
“Oh yeah. Things are really going to change around here. And it’s all thanks to you, kid.”
Cassie looked between the two of them, confused. She had no idea what could have transpired over the night, but whatever it was, it was a good thing. And so she shrugged, sauntering back to the eggs and taking another bite.
“Sure, no problem,” she replied, as Dave sat beside her.
“Hey, where’s my food?” Chuck asked, loud as ever. “Didn’t I just spend all night working my butt off for everyone?”
“You know where the kitchen is,” Richard grunted. “I’m going to work. No one start World War 3 while I’m gone.”
The boys looked a little skeptical with the upper classer in their living room, but the fact that the older ones seemed at ease made them relax. Clearly, there was something they had missed, and they were eager to be filled in on the drama. But whatever had happened, no one doubted that it was because of the skater’s secrets that everything was changing.
Chapter 8
“Peter, if you don’t put that down right now, you’re going to find yourself with coal in your stocking,” Richard knew exactly what was in the box, and he knew that his brother was at risk of breaking it if he kept shaking it.
The Christmas tree was ablaze with dollar store lights, and there were fat ducks in the oven, thanks to Cassie going overboard. It was Christmas eve, and everyone had agreed it was the best Time to get together. Those who had families celebrating Christmas would be with them tomorrow, and those who didn’t were welcome at the Criter house anytime. Tonight would be the official Christmas celebration of the gang.
And it was grand. There was enough food to feed an army, and maybe feed 6 hungry boys and a hardworking athlete. A year ago, it would seem strange that Cassie’s red hair and expensive clothes would fit in with the roughed up gang of boys. It would be even stranger that Dave’s Mercedes would be in the driver. But these days, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
It wasn’t that they had won the war and all upper and lower classers got together all the Time. But they had triumphed in battle and there were less rumbles on the streets, less spitting and name calling. Even Gordon and his gang had played pickup basketball with them once, and shook hands at the end.
“We’re here,” Cassie called out, as Dave pushed opened the door with his arm, and the cold wind blew in. It was icy out, but the Criter house had a crackling fire. Both of them were laden down with presents, and Steve and Shawn came to their rescue, half throwing the gifts under the tree.
“I knew better than to get things that were breakable,” she said to Richard, with a smirk. He rolled his eyes at her. Even on Christmas Eve, he had worked in the morning. He was looking forward to tomorrow, what felt like his one day off all year.
“How are you, Dave?” he asked, shaking her boyfriend’s hand and ignoring the smartass skater. Dave yawned.
“Tired. Who knew Ice skating started so early?”
“I did!” Chuck cried, from his place on the couch, spread out over papers and books. He wasn’t making fast progress but he was making progress on his GED, hoping to enter the police academy once he had received it. Samuel Jones had been caught six weeks
“Nope. Think this one is lost?”
“I’m sure we could help him find his way.”
“Boys!” Chuck held up his hands. “This one’s cool! It’s cool. Chill out.”
They looked at Chuck like he had grown a third head.
“You drunk, Chuck?”
“Not anymore,” he replied, and gave Dave a grin. “Things are going to change around here, I expect.”
“Cassie, you done with this?” Richard came in, picking up the plate she had nearly knocked over. She turned back to look at it, ‘yes’ forming on her lips. And then she smiled.
“No, I ain’t. Not yet.”
Chuck grinned at his best friend as he took off his coat.
“Oh yeah. Things are really going to change around here. And it’s all thanks to you, kid.”
Cassie looked between the two of them, confused. She had no idea what could have transpired over the night, but whatever it was, it was a good thing. And so she shrugged, sauntering back to the eggs and taking another bite.
“Sure, no problem,” she replied, as Dave sat beside her.
“Hey, where’s my food?” Chuck asked, loud as ever. “Didn’t I just spend all night working my butt off for everyone?”
“You know where the kitchen is,” Richard grunted. “I’m going to work. No one start World War 3 while I’m gone.”
The boys looked a little skeptical with the upper classer in their living room, but the fact that the older ones seemed at ease made them relax. Clearly, there was something they had missed, and they were eager to be filled in on the drama. But whatever had happened, no one doubted that it was because of the skater’s secrets that everything was changing.
Chapter 8
“Peter, if you don’t put that down right now, you’re going to find yourself with coal in your stocking,” Richard knew exactly what was in the box, and he knew that his brother was at risk of breaking it if he kept shaking it.
The Christmas tree was ablaze with dollar store lights, and there were fat ducks in the oven, thanks to Cassie going overboard. It was Christmas eve, and everyone had agreed it was the best Time to get together. Those who had families celebrating Christmas would be with them tomorrow, and those who didn’t were welcome at the Criter house anytime. Tonight would be the official Christmas celebration of the gang.
And it was grand. There was enough food to feed an army, and maybe feed 6 hungry boys and a hardworking athlete. A year ago, it would seem strange that Cassie’s red hair and expensive clothes would fit in with the roughed up gang of boys. It would be even stranger that Dave’s Mercedes would be in the driver. But these days, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
It wasn’t that they had won the war and all upper and lower classers got together all the Time. But they had triumphed in battle and there were less rumbles on the streets, less spitting and name calling. Even Gordon and his gang had played pickup basketball with them once, and shook hands at the end.
“We’re here,” Cassie called out, as Dave pushed opened the door with his arm, and the cold wind blew in. It was icy out, but the Criter house had a crackling fire. Both of them were laden down with presents, and Steve and Shawn came to their rescue, half throwing the gifts under the tree.
“I knew better than to get things that were breakable,” she said to Richard, with a smirk. He rolled his eyes at her. Even on Christmas Eve, he had worked in the morning. He was looking forward to tomorrow, what felt like his one day off all year.
“How are you, Dave?” he asked, shaking her boyfriend’s hand and ignoring the smartass skater. Dave yawned.
“Tired. Who knew Ice skating started so early?”
“I did!” Chuck cried, from his place on the couch, spread out over papers and books. He wasn’t making fast progress but he was making progress on his GED, hoping to enter the police academy once he had received it. Samuel Jones had been caught six weeks
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