In Sickness and In Health

Chapter 3

Ponyboy's POV

I figure Darry's fine. He always seems to be. I mean how sick could Superman get? I  Walking in and sat back down. I was about to start reading again, man did I love to kill a mockingbird, however i took a moment to study Darry. I notice he's sweating a bit, though it's not hot, it was fall and the temperature was a cool 50.  he has bags under his eyes, too. Turning back to my book, I wait for Steve to leave before telling Soda about Darry. It didn't take long before Steve beat soda in yet another arm wrestling match and  announcing, "I'm gonna get going. See y'all later. Well i just want to see Soda latwr but whatever." "Bye, Steve," we all say together though Soda was definitely the loudest. Soda cleans the cards up from the floor  and heads to the kitchen to make dinner. I hate when Soda cooks. He makes it pretty but bland.  I try to follow him without gaining attention from Darry. He was like a hawk. I stand next to Soda and grab  ingredients out of the cabinet  and tell Soda about Darry , "So, when I walked Two-Bit out he told me Darry might not be feeling too good and i think he's right." I said matter of factly. Soda stopped dropping droplets of green food-coloring into rice and looks at me seriously and then glances at Darry. "I guess we'll see. I don't wanna jump on him too quick about it. You know how tough he tries to be."