Sylvia

Chapter Four: Sylvia

                  

                  

"You gotta give me more than that." Karen exclaims, leaning forward.

"That's all there is Kare" I sigh, thumbing through my tip money.

"Well I heard from Jenny Raye, who heard from Joyce Stewart, who said that Johnny Cade was talkin' about Dallas and how he's got his eyes set on some girl he met at Buck's. She thinks he might be fixing to go steady."

"Glory that was a mouthful, and we've just proper met once, he just keeps appearing. You know Joyce, the girl likes to exaggerate any story she can get those pointy little nails into." I almost wish Karen would think more.

"Well, then I also heard that Tim is trying to go steady, and that I heard from a credible source." She smirks.

"Curly can't keep his big mouth shut, can he?" I roll my eyes.

"Well, what do you expect?" she giggles.

"Not much more from the likes of him."

"Hey, watch it!" she jokes, jabbing a finger at me.

"Well, I have enough for the drive in." I sigh, pulling out some coins and letting the rest fall into my savings jar.

"Good, we can talk all the way there about your little situation." She squeals, tossing me a jacket off the ground.

"We ain't got nothing more to say about anything." I put the jacket over my shoulders, following her through her house and out the door.

She chats away at me as we walk, the night is dark and chilly. I don't pay much attention to her, only nodding along. Of course she doesn't seem to notice. I pull my jacket tighter around me, praying that every car that approaches us will keep going.

"You know the boys were talking about some big fight going down between a few of the hoods tonight." Karen's voice is suddenly much less jovial.

"That must have been what Tim and Danny were jawing about at breakfast this morning." I sigh, they both know how much I hate the senseless violence.

"Angie was telling me yesterday that it's because a few of the guys who aint with us, the Brumly boys, or the Curtis kids are causing some problems and everyone's blaming it on our boys."

"Come on Karen, you know better than to believe anything Angie says." I laugh, thinking about Tim's overly dramatic younger sister. One time she had our boys runnin' around looking for some boy who supposedly knocked her around, only to find out that the boy never existed and that she was just looking to cause trouble with a Soc who called her names.

"Well, I thought maybe this time she was tellin' the truth. There is a fight brewing though, Curly was getting ready when I left the house earlier."

I sigh again, running a hand over my hair. The boys fight far too much for my liking, but I know that the Curtis boys will always help us out if we need it. That thought calms my heart a bit, and I worry a little less.

We reach the drive in right before the picture starts playing, and we both rush to get seats in the back. I don't pay much mind to what movie is playing, mostly because a group of girls in the back is talking a mile a minute.

"Glory, those girls couldn't talk much louder, could they?" Karen throws a glare their way, raising an eyebrow.

"They ain't bothering me." I sigh, not wanting to cause a drop of trouble.

"Sylvia, you wouldn't tell me someone was bothering you if they were punching you right in the eye." She crows.

"There's nothing wrong with that."