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Show Twisters . . . 83 South Locust again? And what about Phillips? What if- The questions went on and on in my head, even after the matron left. "It's too hot in this place, can't we get any air?" Arthur burst out, pulling his T-shirt up above his belly. "I hate it here, you know that?" "Me, too," I agreed, glad he'd done the grumbling. Suddenly, Stacey whirled around from where she was standing. "Will you two quit bitching? We're alive and safe . . . our families are alive!" "Maybe," I muttered. "Just shut up, both of you. I mean it, we're lucky to be here." I didn't say anything, but I could tell she'd hurt Arthur's feelings. Suddenly he was on his feet, shoving her a good one. "I'm scared, you big smartass!" he shouted. "You don't have brains enough to be scared! How are we going to live? There are eight of us and we don't have any money saved. Dad's said so lots of times. What do we do, huh? Got any ideas?" Stacey backed off, but he didn't go after her like he normally would. "There are going to be nine of us soon," she said coolly. Arthur stared. It was so quiet right then you could have heard a cockroach sneeze. Then Stacey's words began to register on his face. "Mama's pregnant?" "Just don't broadcast it, okay? She doesn't want the whole world to know yet." Arthur grinned at me, everything else forgotten. "Maybe we'll get a boy . . . like Ryan. No lie, Stacey, is she really?" "You see now why we can't complain?" Arthur nodded gravely. |
