Ronald is a limper.
Uncle Randy's feet are better now and he don't need no crutches to walk around. I didn't see him for a long time since that last Rock and Roll Tuesdays but then he showed up one day with a bunch a flowers for Mama and she kissed and hugged him. I had Rock and Roll Tuesdays that night, but after that it wasn't Rock and Roll Tuesdays EVERY time Uncle Randy came over.
Uncle Randy even brought over an old TV for us to have. It was in black and white but better I guess than nothing. I sit and watch it with him sometimes. When he crushes the can and throws it at the wall I know it's time for me to run and get him another.
One day we was watchin' a baseball game and when he cheered I cheered. Uncle Randy said, you wanna play some baseball? I didn't say anything back because sometimes words just leave my mind, and also I'm afraid of getting him mad at me. All I could do was just look at him. I really wanted to play that baseball game though.
Come on, he said. He musta read my mind. Come on, I got something for ya. We went out to his truck and he had a mitt and a ball in there. Here, take this mitt, he said. It felt perfect on my hand.
We threw a couple back and forth, gently at first, but then Randy threw them a little harder at me and I could back farther away. It made my heart beat faster every ball I caught, and my stomach felt so good. Good catch, Uncle randy would sometimes say to me.
But then ol' Ronald from across the street sniffed out what we were up to, and I reckon he thought he was just gonna come right over and have himself a game of baseball too. Go on, git! Uncle Randy shouted at him every time he'd take a chomp at the ball. Git on out of here! Uncle Randy said, and he threw the empty beer can at ol' Ronald. He opened up another.
We threw a few more catches, but Ronald wasn't going away and I could feel it that Uncle Randy was gettin' madder and madder. I began to get scared, but I was scared also of saying I didn't want to play any more. Uncle Randy kept shouting at Ronald.
Then one time when he caught the ball he turned real quick and threw it at Ronald. Ronald made a quick bark then ran off back to his house crying and carrying on. Let's get on inside the house Uncle Randy said after that.
Uncle Randy said I could keep the glove. It used to be his son's but it just sits around with the rest of junk he has. I thought of maybe asking him if his son had any shoes laying around, but decided not to.
Now all Ronald is limping around all day and he's afraid to come visit me. He was one of my only friends.
Uncle Randy even brought over an old TV for us to have. It was in black and white but better I guess than nothing. I sit and watch it with him sometimes. When he crushes the can and throws it at the wall I know it's time for me to run and get him another.
One day we was watchin' a baseball game and when he cheered I cheered. Uncle Randy said, you wanna play some baseball? I didn't say anything back because sometimes words just leave my mind, and also I'm afraid of getting him mad at me. All I could do was just look at him. I really wanted to play that baseball game though.
Come on, he said. He musta read my mind. Come on, I got something for ya. We went out to his truck and he had a mitt and a ball in there. Here, take this mitt, he said. It felt perfect on my hand.
We threw a couple back and forth, gently at first, but then Randy threw them a little harder at me and I could back farther away. It made my heart beat faster every ball I caught, and my stomach felt so good. Good catch, Uncle randy would sometimes say to me.
But then ol' Ronald from across the street sniffed out what we were up to, and I reckon he thought he was just gonna come right over and have himself a game of baseball too. Go on, git! Uncle Randy shouted at him every time he'd take a chomp at the ball. Git on out of here! Uncle Randy said, and he threw the empty beer can at ol' Ronald. He opened up another.
We threw a few more catches, but Ronald wasn't going away and I could feel it that Uncle Randy was gettin' madder and madder. I began to get scared, but I was scared also of saying I didn't want to play any more. Uncle Randy kept shouting at Ronald.
Then one time when he caught the ball he turned real quick and threw it at Ronald. Ronald made a quick bark then ran off back to his house crying and carrying on. Let's get on inside the house Uncle Randy said after that.
Uncle Randy said I could keep the glove. It used to be his son's but it just sits around with the rest of junk he has. I thought of maybe asking him if his son had any shoes laying around, but decided not to.
Now all Ronald is limping around all day and he's afraid to come visit me. He was one of my only friends.