Chapter Twenty-Six: Part Two
Joan Sledge: Brother's Advice
There is nothing like the first love. I remember reading something about it. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the name of the book. I do wish I’d paid closer attention. Never felt feelings like these before. When I’m with her my senses are so charged up I think I will explode. Who knows about stuff like this? I’d ask my closest bud, Tony, but he still thinks girls are yucky. I can’t imagine that my parents would know the slightest thing about it. It’s too personal to share that kind’a stuff with them anyway.
Whom do I go to, my brother, Ron? Until recently, his social interactions with me were an unequal mixture of grunts and beatings, the latter being favored. He told me I wasn’t worth spit. It was something about not standing up to him, and earning my right of passage.
A guy can only take so much before reaching the end of the road. I reached it about a week ago. Boy! Did I get pummeled! At least now I only receive grunts. But, I keep my guard up nevertheless.
Still, our truce is timely. Six years older than me, surely my brother must know something about such matters?
Standing outside his closed bedroom door about to knock, old memories came to the fore. I broke out in a cold sweat.
Here goes nothing.
“Is that you runt?” he called out.
“How did you know it was me?”
“Are you kidding? Wimpy knock, wimpy brother. So bugger off.” His command was punctuated with a resounding fart.
The pit of my stomach churned in ways I had never felt before.
He must have heard my heart pounding in my chest because he yelled out: “Well, are you coming in or not?”
“I’m thinking about it. Anyway, you told me to bugger off.”