Welcome to Fred (The Fred Books) by Whittington Brad

Author:Whittington, Brad [Whittington, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Wunderfool Press
Published: 2003-03-14T23:00:00+00:00

The night of the homecoming dance I was home early. I had plenty of excuses for being there instead of the school dance. After all, wasn’t my dad the Baptist preacher? Where was I going to learn to dance? And if I did somehow clandestinely learn how to dance, why would I think I would be allowed to go to a dance? After all, we don’t dance, drink, or chew, or go with girls that do. But the main reason was that a guy who doesn’t have the nerve to tell a girl he likes her certainly isn’t going to have the nerve to ask her to a dance, particularly when he doesn’t even know how to dance. So, lay off, will ya? I was at home soon after we lost the football game, and that’s all I have to say about it.

I was sitting in the garage trying to figure out how to play “Honkytonk Woman” when an old F-150 pickup truck rolled to a stop in the driveway. I was in the middle of singing “She blew my nose” when Sonia climbed out. The words died, leaving the sound of the guitar amp buzzing loudly in the night. I almost didn’t recognize her. She wasn’t wearing any makeup, and she had a black eye that would have been visible even on Cassius Clay. A large bruise covered half of her forehead.

“I did it. I did it,” she said in a rush, running to me and handing me the truck keys and a set of cowboy boots. I had no idea what she had done and was too stunned to ask as I stood there, keys in one hand, boots in the other, and a beat-up pawnshop Silvertone hanging from my shoulder.

Sonia looked around distractedly and then seemed to realize all at once where she was. Her face crumpled from frenetic animation to hopeless despair, and she began to cry with such a piercing wail that I dropped the boots and keys. The garage door opened and Dad appeared. He took in the truck, the boots on the floor, and the weeping Sonia in an instant. He stepped into the garage in his stocking feet, something I had never seen him do, and guided her into the house by the shoulders.

I discarded the guitar, pocketed the keys, and took the boots to the truck. In the back I found a pile of shoes and boots, all evidently belonging to Parker. I threw the boots in with them and went into the house to see what was going on. Dad was in the wingback chair, leaning forward, elbows on his legs, hands clasped between his knees. Sonia was sitting in the middle of the couch on the edge of the seat, as if about to jump up and run off. Her orange dress was extremely short. There was barely enough of it available for her to sit on. She was in the process of giving a halting explanation, her shoulders shaking when she paused between phrases.

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