Ralph

I didn’t look at him or say anything. I didn’t want him to know what I was thinking. The thing is, I was thinking he had a point.

He said the children of Fatima weren’t trying to be like the children of Fatima, which was true. Plus, he said I was the older one—older and wiser, he said. So that was another good point.

Lou gets carried away, that’s the trouble. I’m not blaming her—she’s just a kid, she can’t help it. But see, I’m older, older and wiser. Even Fatso had to admit.

I didn’t say anything, though.

Anyway, I didn’t feel like I was in the middle of a story anymore, The Miracle of the Rock or any other story. I just felt like I was in the middle of a really lousy day, all the way back to Lou kicking me in the nuts.