Random thoughts of Louie

Hands

My hands may be one of my best assets.

Minds outta the gutter people, come on.

I mean that I'm pretty coordinated. I have faster reflexes than Dewey, though he'll never admit it. Hell, I might even be more alert than Webby at times.

When we were like 13, she started this game. I was just sitting on my phone, probably watching YouTube, when Webs showed up out of nowhere and tried to grab it. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you. Now, you may not know this about me, but I don't give up my phone lightly. So, I just put up my arm and blocked her. What I didn't realize was how fast I did it. Her arm was bruised for a solid week! She's been trying to get my phone ever since. Never once has she succeeded.

Anyway, like I said, I'm fast with my hands. And that came in handy when I was younger.

Uncle Donald was always between jobs. On summer vacations we were going all over the country, even to Canada at some points, just following his work. It was not very efficient. To this day, Uncle Donald says we were doing fine. But that wasn't true. He only thought it was because of me.

First of all, let me tell you that I'm pretty fucking smart. Back when I actually tried in school, I was getting straight A's on every report card. And that was pretty helpful. With my fast hands, I could write twice as fast as the other kids in my class. So, I'd do homework. Not just my homework, I'd do my classmates' homework. For cash, of course. A dollar per page, and you'd better believe I was counting by sides of a paper, not full sheets. I made probably around $120 in a month. I saved some of it, but most of it I gave to uncle Donald. I didn't outright hand it to him, I wasn't stupid. I hid the bills around the houseboat, in the couch cushions, between floorboards, under mattresses, you name it.

The second thing my fast hands were good for was catching. If I saw a corner store guy throwing out stale granola bars, I'd probably grab some before they hit the can. If they weren't paying attention, I got away scot free. Sometimes those extra granola bars uncle Donald "found in the back of the cupboard" were our saviour school snacks.

The last thing I could do is something that... I'm not exactly proud of in retrospect. I say in retrospect, because I thought I was being a good person back when I was like 7 and actually doing it. But I admit, sometimes... I stole. Not a lot, just a bottle of cough medicine here and there, a couple pairs of gloves for winter, maybe that 5 sticking out of that old businessman's pocket. He won't notice it's gone, right? I know I shouldn't have done that. I know stealing is wrong. But as a kid, I thought I was doing the right thing, like Robinhood. Taking from people with a lot anyway, to help my family with almost nothing. I'm actually shocked uncle Donald never realized that he found extra food or some loose change on days when I'd "stayed after class to clean up".

But I kicked all those habits when we moved in with Scrooge. I knew I wouldn't need to do any of that shit anymore. As cheap as he can be, he'd never let us starve, he'd never kick us out with nowhere to go, and he's always have enough money for some cough medicine.

After those days, my hands went into a rest for a while. I mean, I was good at close up magic, sleight of hand tricks, that sort of thing, but I didn't do that all that often. My hands were on pause.

Until someone started holding them.

To be honest, I forgot I never uploaded this one XD so sorry about that.
Next bit when I finish writing it!
-Anwyn❤️