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 Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:04 pm
"Course friends," Chris said, rolling his eyes (not that it showed since he had no pupils) in reply. "Is good you grow," he added. "You no deal with jerky boy now!"
He didn't mention the xylophone incident. At least, he didn't want to. He had been mean.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:06 pm
"He spat on me," the rainbow girl said indignantly, feeling much happier and following Chris inside. "It was so super gross. He spat on my mom, too! I should come and give him super mean looks at the nursery. He can't pick on you because you're like ginormous and you could squish him into teeny-tiny little bits and bury him in the sandpit."
Obviously the meanness of the xylophone action would not hurt Wisp all that much. In fact, it probably would have touched her heart deeply.
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:11 pm
"Ahh... um..." he said, thinking of that incident guiltily. "You still stay way from him," he said. Then he looked at Jace. "You too," he told her.
"We're having grilled tuna!" Missy said. "Tyler did the grilling. I made the sides!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:14 pm
"I'm cool," Jace assured the younger boy. "I'm pretty tough. I could probably kick him over a goalpost."
"You wouldn't," protested her sister, a little aghast but more just comforted. Jace would kick Merroth over a goalpost! It was absolutely not morally right but it was still kind of sweet of her. And Tyler's grilled tuna smelled really, really good. Her sister had been right. "I just feel awful that Chris has to go to nursery. You need to come to school with me, Chris! I bet you'd beat everyone at gym."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 5:18 pm
"Is fine!" Chris said. "Daddy got me poles for school, too!" Then he looked at Jace seriously. "You stay away from him," he repeated, his tone deepening seriously. "Is not just him that problem."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 7:52 pm
"What?" The redheaded girl started to look interested; she punched one fist into her hand, baseball-style. "Does he have friends? Is this like... a daycare mafia? That's so funny. I bet it'd take like... thirty toddlers to try to tackle you down. Maybe even a hundred."
"Two hundred," Wisp said confidently. "Because most toddlers are pretty soft and cute and squishy."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 8:04 pm
"Is not that," Chris muttered. "Is scary lady that shows up at strange times. She... she not human," he said, wondering if he was right or not. But he was pretty sure he was. "She... scary."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2008 9:22 pm
The house looked a lot different to Wisp: she looked around, admiring it from a more grown-up perspective for the first time, blonde ponytail bobbing as she followed Missy. "But if she's scary, Mr. Xi and Mr. Evan could take care of her," she said. "That's what they do!"
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 12:50 pm
"Chris?" Missy asked. "Is someone bothering you at school?"
"Is fine, mommy," he said as he headed for the table, climbing into his chair and sitting patiently. "Is not problem for me."
"But baby, if there's a problem--"
"It's an interesting thing," Tyler said, walking in with a plate of grilled tuna. "Something that makes Chris worried. Is it that Black woman?" he asked.
Chris flushed slightly, nodding as he looked down at the table.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 3:55 pm
"I could egg her house," the redheaded girl said, cracking her knuckles with a professional air. "And toilet-paper it."
"Mommy would kill you," said her sister tranquilly, and sat down next to Chris. Jace took the seat next to her. "She would kill you until you were dead. Anyway, it's so not fair for a lady to be picking on a kid; and with Chris, Chris won't fight back for anything. I bet if they told the daycare they'd ban her."
"Yeah, and then maybe she'd just bug him somewhere else," Jace said skeptically.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2008 4:07 pm
"You shouldn't egg houses, Jace, it's a pain to clean up. And we owe the daycare a new xylophone," Tyler said casually. "At least, that's what they tell me it was."
"Oh? What happened, Christian?" Missy asked.
"It got smashed," he said, guilt lacing his voice as he took the plate she made him.
"And how did it get smashed?" she asked. "Wisp? Jace? How many pieces do you want?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:25 pm
"One please," Wisp said, just as Jace chimed in with, "two please." The redheaded Darnell girl grinned at Tyler: she liked Tyler, as he had been a soldier and that pretty much meant he had shot people. And that was awesome.
"You broke my xylophone?" she said to Chris. "Cool. Did you break it over someone's head?"
This brought the immediate rallying cry: "Chris would never break anything over anybody's head!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:28 pm
"Nooooo," Chris said, playing with his food. "I smooshed it." And he had, too. Although it hadn't sounded like "Smoosh" it had been a eardrum breaking wail of agony as the metal compressed.
"Yes, he did," Tyler said. "Which he's not going to do again, now is he?"
"Nooo," Chris said.
"I should hope not," Missy agreed, sighing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 8:54 pm
"Sweet," said Jace, who already was harbouring thoughts about having Christian smoosh her various enemies. Her sister, who was disturbingly sensitive to this kind of thought from Jace, made a momentarily rude face at her.
"It's okay, Chris," she said. "It wasn't your fault you smooshed it. You're just strong, you know? I mean last week Jace stepped through kitchen floor, you should've seen Mom's fa - "
"Shut up," said Jace hotly, and busied herself with her food. It really was good. She was even eating the greens.
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Posted: Tue Jan 15, 2008 9:18 pm
Chris nodded. "I still sorry," he said. "Was good xylophone."
"Hey," Tyler said. "You have to accept the way you are, isn't that right, Chris?"
Chris nodded, not quite looking up.
"Besides, with the poles Chris is learning how to control how much force he's using," Missy said. "He's doing very well, aren't you, baby?"
"I made a horsie!"
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