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d.c. ~ grocery shopping

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Grocery store.
Friday, 1965
02:48 p.m.

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"I need..."

"No, you're going with me if you need many things or else I won't get everything you said in my head and I'm not checking a notepad every 6 seconds." I said.

"Fine." He huffed, stood up and came with me to buy cake ingredients.

I'm just 4 years younger than Darry. He always says, "Thank god there is a woman running this house too." And my younger brothers listen to me more often than they do with Darry. Obviously, I'm like the mother of the house. Not even just for my brothers but, the boys as well.

We then arive at the grocery store. I was looking for cake ingredients to bake a cake for Ponyboys' birthday coming up. He's going to turn 14. Darry on the other hand is searching for everyday needs for the house.

We used one trolley since I'm not getting too much ingredients for the cake. While walking through isles, we spoke.

"How's your man?" He asked me. "We broke up like weeks ago. I ended it. He wasn't worth it anyhow. Lied way too many times." I said. "I knew that pile of shit wasn't good for you."

"He was a nice man though. Very kind but I don't know if lying is considered not kind." I said. "He wasn't rude."

"True." He said. "We should buy some snacks." "Of course we should buy some snacks. We've got the boys craving over everything in our fridge until we need to hide our own snacks." I said, as we laugh.

After getting all the things we need we got to the cashier. We paid for everything, it was put in paper bags and we put it in the trunk.

Right when we got home, I immediately brought the groceries and started making the cake. Ponys birthday will be tomorrow and the cake must be kept in the fridge so what me and Darry usually do to hide things in plain sight is to name one of our friends name.

For example, we have a chocolate bar and we want to eat it. If there was no label or a label that only says out names, they'd eat it. But if it's labelled and the name is unfamiliar or they know that name is one of our friends, they won't eat it.

Simple.

After I was done, I put it in a box and named it my friends name, 'Allen'. I placed it in the fridge and cleaned up the kitchen.

"Chocolate cake, is it?" He asked. "Yup, as always."

"You should go get Ponyboy from school now. I'll make dinner."

"Are you gonna make his favorite? Or Sodas favorite to mess with him?"

"I'm gonna make my favorite." He said, making me roll my eyes.