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Show Twisters . . . 17 night, waiting for new main bearings. I knew for a fact Dad would rather be working on his 'Vette than fixing that bucket of bolts Grandpa calls a tractor, but my father is also a good son. I've heard Grandpa tell him so a dozen times. On his way out of the house Dad yelled at me to do the dishes for Mom. "But Arthur's here--" I hollered back, remembering that Arthur never worked when he had company at his house. "All the more reason to help," he answered, I groaned, but it came out sounding worse than I meant it to. Dad was back in the kitchen in no time, "Listen, young man, your mother hasn't had a minute's rest all day. You do the dishes and anything else she wants you to, you hear?" His finger poked a hole in my shoulder, "It wouldn't hurt you to babysit your brother once in awhile, either," He let the back door slam behind him, but I could still hear what he said as he got in the pickup: "The sun doesn't rise and set on you!" |