Wendy didn't understand what Peter had meant when he said he would be growing up if he wanted her. Maybe it had to do with the standards he said they had. Then Wendy remembered something her father would say to John, "A boy only truly becomes a man when his father dies." Wendy didn't think that was the reason, she remembered another time. Her father was giving John and Michael a sex talk, she shuddered at the memory. "When you have 'it' for the first time, that's the first step to becoming a man." Wendy nodded, that had to be it. That had to be the reason why Peter wasn't going to do anything. She had to admit, when Peter told her, no she felt disappointed and offended. Though she only showed her offended side.
Tootles came up to Wendy holding a tray filled with food. "Eat." He offered the tray to her.
Wendy smiled back at him, "Thank you." She took the tray and looked down. There was a roll of bread, a small salad, and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich cut in half. "This is?" Wendy inquired.
"Dinner. Salad is only served with dinner." The boy called Slightly announced. Tootles nodded in agreement. Slightly continued, "It's because salad is icky, but girls like salad so we gave you more."
The Twins both nodded their heads mechanically and said, "Yup."
Wendy laughed, they were so immature and cute. She looked around on her tray and asked, "Where's the forks?"
Tootles laughed, "We don't use them."
Curly popped up and took a handful of salad from him own tray, "We use our hands, like this!"
"I hope you all washed your hands." Wendy gasped.
They all looked at each other then Nibs asked, "Who are you? Our mother?"
"We don't have mothers." Slightly announced again.
Tootles laughed, "We eat mothers for breakfast!"
Wendy smiled, "I'm not a mother, I'm a sister."
"A nun?" The Twins asked hopefully. Wendy remembered Peter telling her that some of them were religious.
"No. I mean I have two brothers." Wendy explained.
The Twins asked hopefully again, "Are they twins?"
"No." Wendy replied.
Rufio walked in the room carrying a tray with food on it as well. The other boys stopped talking when he entered, some of them even left. Rufio eyed the other boys until they left, then sat down next to Wendy's bed. He took a bite out of his bread and said, "Eat."
Wendy grabbed a piece of her sandwich and chewed on it thoughtfully. This Rufio boy was cute in a red skunk kind of way.
"How's your leg?" Rufio suddenly asked.
"Oh, I think it's better." Wendy replied, staring at her bandaged ankle. Her knees were still scabbing, but they stopped bleeding. Her ankle, however, was still in bad condition. When the bicycle chain wrapped around her ankle, it cut into her skin. Her ankle almost got cut off. The wound was deep, and she had gotten stitches, she didn't know who gave them to her. She only hoped they used a clean needle. She did remember a burning sensation running through her leg, either that was just the shock or it was the burning hot needle piercing her skin.
Rufio stood up and placed a hand on her ankle. "Hmm. Does that hurt?"
Wendy winced at the touch, "Yes."
"Right." He wiped his hands on his ripped black jeans and began to unwrap the bandage.
"Are you sure you should be doing that?" Wendy asked unsure of his abilities.
