Mad Max

Chapter V Malcolm

"You start over here, and I'll start over there." He says. I nod.

After about an hours work of opening and sorting, the only good thing we found was a stash of fedoras, which Max went berserk over, and Maria scolded him for. We put in the pile of rejects a box of magazines, some party supplies, and a full box of plastic diamonds, much to our disappointment. "Whoo! time for a lunch break!" he says, "and what better food to refresh us than delicious fruit and veggies from my garden!" he leads me outside, through a grove of trees. When we reach the other side, I gasp in shock and write, "what an amazing garden! how did you get all of this?" My jaw drops as I gaze over rows of trees, bushes, and vines all plump from ripe fruit. "Well," He says, "you came just during the ripe season where most of my fruits are ripe and full of fruit." I pick an apple of one of the trees and immediately bite into it. It's the most delicious fruit I've ever tasted, and I stuff myself on a lunch of fruit salad: bananas, kiwis, oranges, apples, grapes, figs, and papaya. "I take it you like fruit, huh?" he says. I almost drop my chalk as I write, "Yes, my mommy was vegetarian so I'm used to it." He smiles as I sit back in the sun. Before I know it, my eyes have drooped, and I'm asleep. When I wake up, it's almost sundown, and Max is nowhere to be found, so I hurry back inside. He's sitting in the chair I first saw him sitting in, his hat on his eyes, also taking a nap. I'm careful not to wake him, but despite my quiet walking, he wakes up and sees me. "Good morning! or should I say, good afternoon! it's almost sundown, so why don't I show you where your bed is, and we can open a few more boxes, and then you can unpack, and we can hit the hay." After we find a silver gilded flute, which I play gorgeously, we go to our beds and go to sleep. I dream of my daddy beating me and Max coming and beating my daddy up.