by Ryan Brenner

Created on: June 05, 2010

The week went by quick.  I had the baseball tournament Saturday afternoon, but dad had said that if I got up early enough and worked for at least a few hours at Izzy’s place I would be able to play in the afternoon game against the West Boro Tigers. 

I absolutely hated missing the first game, but there was no way around it.  Dad obviously wasn’t that mad if he had thought I had done this he would not have let me played at all.  I guess he was kind of remembering what it was like to be a kid, and the time honored code of not telling on someone.  Mom on the other hand had hounded me all week.  There was not a doubt in her mind that Diller had done it, and she couldn’t understand why I wouldn’t talk.  Once, The Rats had ridden past our house, and mom had given them the nastiest evil eye I had ever seen her give to anyone.  I don’t know if The Rat’s saw her or not, but they did speed up a little. 

Mom had asked dad about getting a lawyer.  But, dad seemed to think that if I decided I had had enough I would talk.  If not I needed to accept the responsibility of staying quiet.

It could have been worse I decided.  I could have ended up cleaning her toilet or doing her laundry or something like that.

So after an early breakfast (I was going to have to miss out on dad’s pancakes for the day).  I got my bike and was off to Izzy Maclaren’s house.

I walked up the shaky front steps and knocked on the front door.  It creaked open.  Izzy was about my height, and was wearing a off green shirt that was probably from the seventies with pink and purple plaid shorts she scowled at me as I stood there.

“Good morning, Ms. Maclaren,” I said forcing a pleasant smile on to my face.

“Hmphh,” was Izzy’s response.  “I see you’re here on time.  Good to see your father has at least gotten you to do that.  The mower is in the garage.  There’s gas in the can.  I’ll put the door up, and I’m warning you Mr. Parker nothing better be broken or missing.”

With that she shut the door.  I left the porch.  A groan came from the garage as the door automatically opened.  I stepped in.  Ms.  Maclaren’s old Buick sat in the middle the mower was in the back left corner.  I had to move some things around and be very careful not to touch the Buick which was not

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