Brave Like My Brother by Marc Tyler Nobleman

Author:Marc Tyler Nobleman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.
Published: 2016-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Love,

Joe

Dear Charlie,

Sorry for the delay in writing.

You joked that you did not believe my Eisenhower story (that WAS a joke, right?), but here’s one you are NOT going to believe even more than that.

While entering a small town for the first time on the trip, I still felt feverish, and then also sick to my stomach. So much so that I asked Matt to stop the car so I could get out, lean over, and throw up. Which I did, and quite nicely, I must say. Matt did not miss the chance to put me down for not being able to “handle war.”

When I stood up, two things happened at once. First, I felt better. Second, I saw someone walking nearby who looked familiar. It took me a moment to realize it was the man who’d come up to us when we had the flat tire—the mystery photographer. What happened last time was bizarre. This time, it was plain bonkers.

Mr. Bad News saw me, too, and ran toward the town square. I sprinted after him. I was surprised by my own energy. I don’t know if it was because I had just puked up whatever had been slowing me down or because that time, I DID want to prove something to Matt—who had jumped from the car to follow me following the spy.

I caught up to him and grabbed him by the back of his coat. He was my size and I managed to hold on to him, asking him who he was. He was angry now, swearing that he was nobody and insisting that I let him go. I told him, “Nobodies don’t run away.” Then Matt arrived and shoved Mr. Bad News out of my grip and against a wall. A crowd was gathering now.

Matt asked why he had taken a photo of us. The man said nothing. Matt shouted at him, demanding the truth. The man denied knowing what we were talking about and looked around, maybe for someone to help him.

Matt balled a fist to wallop the guy, and I did it again—I tried to stop him. But Matt wasn’t having it that time—he turned around and hit ME in the head. I had my helmet on, so it didn’t hurt too much.

In the chaos, Mr. Bad News pulled out a gun. In a split second, Matt was on him again, trying to wrestle the gun from his hand. MBN dropped the gun but slammed Matt into a stone pillar of a building. Matt cried out and grabbed his arm. In the confusion, MBN picked up his gun and aimed it at Matt’s head.

I pounced on MBN, knocking us both to the ground. He still had the gun, though. A shot went off, but over my head. The crowd scattered, shrieking. I elbowed MBN in the chest and knocked the wind out of him. Then I twisted his hand till he let go of the gun.

I raised my hand over his face and he called out—in German.

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