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Topic: Writing a Letter (handwritten correspondence) (10/21/10)
- TITLE: Black eye Ė White Mustache Ė Beaming Smile
By Loren T. Lowery
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‚ÄúPrincipal Marrow called from school,‚ÄĚ she said, arms folded one over the other. She looked him up and down. ‚ÄúRolling around in the mud, fighting like a hooligan.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDon‚Äôt ‚Äėbut mom‚Äô me. Are you all right?‚ÄĚ He nodded and she continued. ‚ÄúWhat am I supposed to think?‚ÄĚ He answered with a shrug. ‚ÄúTake those filthy clothes off.‚ÄĚ
Sighing, Davey unbuttoned his shirt and handed it to her. ‚ÄúI didn‚Äôt start it.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI don‚Äôt care who started it.‚ÄĚ She held his face in her hands. ‚ÄúYou‚Äôll be lucky if you don‚Äôt get a black eye.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYeah, well I gave Billy two of ‚Äėem.‚ÄĚ He turned his back as he unfastened his jeans and stepped out of them. Dressed in a white t-shirt and his big-boy skivvies, he turned to face her, pants in hand.
‚ÄúAnd empty your pockets while you‚Äôre at it.‚ÄĚ
From the pockets came lint stuck to a wad of chewed gum wrapped in tissue, two marbles and a folded piece of paper. Davey blushed and tried to hide the paper with his hand.
‚ÄúLet me see.‚ÄĚ She took it from his grasp. Her face could not betray her thoughts as she opened the paper. Someone had drawn a stick figure of a boy who had fallen down. The boy wore thick glasses - now broken - his legs enclosed with braces. A balloon over his head read: ‚ÄúHelp! I can‚Äôt get up!!!‚ÄĚ Surrounding the boy were a group of kids, pointing with big smiles. Over their heads, a collective balloon read: ‚ÄúHa! Ha! Ha!‚ÄĚ An arrow pointed to the boy indicating it was Stevie.
‚ÄúIs this what the fight was about?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúBilly gave it to Stevie after school; then knocked him down, breaking his glasses.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúSoccer tryouts were today. Yesterday I told Billy I wasn‚Äôt going ‚Äėcause I had to help Stevie with his homework. Today, he called me a sissy - then he gave Stevie the note.‚ÄĚ
She folded the paper. ‚ÄúGo upstairs and take your bath. I‚Äôll make some hot cocoa. We‚Äôll talk about this in the den.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúStevie‚Äôs my best friend, mom.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI know. Now go and get cleaned up.‚ÄĚ
It was late fall. Morning snow had fallen in the mountains; its chill sliding down the hill‚Äôs slopes and into the homes nestled at its base. Davey‚Äôs mother put her son‚Äôs robe in the dryer and gave it to him as he came down to the den.
‚ÄúAm I in trouble?‚ÄĚ Davey shivered; his hair damp from the bath.
‚ÄúMarshmallows in your cocoa,‚ÄĚ she handed him his cup,‚Äúwhat do you think?‚ÄĚ
He took a tentative sip. A white mustache blossomed over his top lip. ‚ÄúStevie was crying.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI don‚Äôt blame him, what Billy wrote was cruel.‚ÄĚ She handed him a napkin. ‚ÄúBut fighting‚Äôs never solved anything.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúStevie‚Äôs not like the rest of us.‚ÄĚ He wiped his mouth. ‚ÄúWhat was I supposed to do?‚ÄĚ
The note lay unfolded on the coffee table. She nodded toward it. ‚ÄúIs anything Billy wrote true?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúNo. Well maybe one thing ‚Äď the kids laughing at him.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDavey, I want you to know I‚Äôm proud of you for standing up for Stevie; but what he needed most was someone to share his hurt.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI busted Billy‚Äôs face.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúYes, and I got a call from his mother. He‚Äôs going to have a couple of shiners just like you said. I told her what happened and will share this note with her. But fighting was not the answer.‚ÄĚ
Davey set the cocoa down. ‚ÄúI don‚Äôt get it.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI think deep down inside you really do. Stevie‚Äôs mom called, too. Want to tell me what you did before the fight?‚ÄĚ
Leaning forward, he fingered the note. ‚ÄúAfter Billy knocked Stevie down, I helped him up.‚ÄĚ He shrugged, mumbling, ‚ÄúTold him I was sorry.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúAnd the kids stopped laughing, didn‚Äôt they?‚ÄĚ He nodded and she continued. ‚ÄúYour concern for Stevie gave Billy a bigger shiner than any fist ever could. It should‚Äôve stopped there.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúDavey, your bending down to help out a friend was a knock-out punch.‚ÄĚ She picked up the note. ‚ÄúAnd I have a feeling once the principal sees this he‚Äôll be in for a bit more misery.‚ÄĚ
Eye blackening, Davey took another sip of cocoa. ‚ÄúHe missed soccer tryouts, too.‚ÄĚ A proud smile faintly beamed beneath his white-mustachioed lips.
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