''So how was the visit?'' Mom asked, as she took a bite of the banana sandwiches she had made for a special lunch.
''Uh, good!'' I replied, even though I knew deep down that the officers would not exactly describe it as good.
''What did you say to her?''
''Uh, she was resting so I couldn't say much. But she's doing well, surgery's the day after tomorrow.''
''Where did you find that out?''
Questions, questions. ''It was scheduled on the wall.'' It really had been, so that's why I was guessing tomorrow was the only day visitors were permitted to see her, before her surgery.
''Poor, poor thing,'' said Mom, looking out into the yard.
We were having our lunch out on our back porch: lemonade, banana sandwiches, salad, and fruit.
It was nice, but I found myself asking this question to myself once in a while: where's the meat?
I took the last piece of lettuce and dipped it in a little cup of vinaigrette dressing. ''That was good, Mom. I think I'll take a walk now, it's a nice day, do you wanna come?''
''No, no, I need to make an important phone call. Go ahead, sweetie. Thanks for having that nice lunch with me!'' She smiled, and I smiled and walked through the back door and out the front.
I walked past pretty houses, hole-in-the-wall stores, car shops, and a lot more. I was just thinking I'll head back when--
''Hey, ol' buddy! What are you doing 'ere?''
I spun around. Oh no. It was Austin Shankland, one of the gang.
''Where 'ave you been, man? I 'aven't seen ya! Where were you earlier today on Riva' Street?''
Austin giggled. ''With that stocky motha' of yours?''
Austin was from Austria, and had a little accent. ''Don't call her stocky.''
I started to walk away, I didn't want to talk to them anymore, but somehow, deep down, I wanted to continue committing crimes. It was as if I was addicted to it.
''Wanna come over to the lair, dude? We're gonna talk over some things.''
''Na,'' I couldn't resist Austin like Danny, he was more of a friend than a leader.
''Why ever not? We'll get to plan some more epic events.''
I hesitated. Could I say no? Mother was waiting for me at home, and I had agreed to myself that I was leaving the gang. But it was so tempting.
''Ah, I see that look on your face. You're in, aren't you?''
Nodding, we shook hands and I sprinted off with him. Better to commit crimes being a criminal, than to commit them being a ''Christian''.
TO BE CONTINUED..............
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