didnât get very far with that one either, before it ended up in the garbage can. Not a darn thing was going down on the paper the way I wanted it to.
I started another one. This time it was to Grandfather that I tried to write. He was the easiest one for me to say stuff to. But it was just as well if I wrote the man in the moon. What I ended up writing him was a stupid few words asking what the weather was like, what was hedoing, and all that crap. Not a word about the way I was feeling. It was a bloody waste of a stamp. But I got one and stuck it on and walked down to the drugstore and fired the letter in the mailbox.
10
The next day, Friday, I told Gerard and Brenda that I couldnât go. I wasnât allowed. That was the end of it as far as I was concerned. I could a skinned out to Simonâs Bay on Saturday if I wanted to bad enough. Hitchhiked there and not one person could a stopped me. But Iâd still have to come back and live with the grouch.
Brenda didnât give up that easy, though. She had it in her mind that she wanted some way of seeing me on the weekend. Of course, she didnât come right out and say so. But she throwed enough hints and looks around. I wasnât that stun. Maybe, she said, sheâd be coming into St. Albert shopping with her mother on Saturday and sheâd probably be staying overnight with her aunt who lived on OâLeary Street. And maybe sheâd see me sometime Saturday. Thereâs a movie we can see Saturday night, I said.
So that Saturday night me and Brenda went to the movie together. I never told anybody in the house where I was going, not even Curtis. It was none of anybodyâs business except mine. The movie we went to see was
The Planet of the Apes, Part III.
We watched it all. It was dumb enough for a laugh, I can say that much for it. Thereâs only so much of this ape stuff you can take and not get bored. We wasnât up in the back row loving it up like you might think. I hardly knew the girl. I knows that donât stop some fellows. But me, I figures I should at least know the girl. We did get around to holding hands. Big deal.
Some guys figure looks counts for everything. I donât, although itâs hard to think any other way when you sees a nice piece of stuff in a bathing suit stretched out on the beach. For me, personality counts for a good bit too. And what got me latched onto Brenda was that she had both of it. In the looks department she was right up there. Down a few notches from Sandra Colbourne maybe, but still pretty nice. And she had to have a great personality if the way she acted with me was anything to go by.
We spent half the time after the movie talking about skidoos, for godâs sake. Most girls, all they wants to talk about is school or TV programs or things like that, but there was me and Brenda gabbing on and on about skidoos and ice fishing. Maybe she was only doing it to play up to me. I dunno. I couldnât care less, anyway. Cripes, you knows it wouldnât a been the fun having her along, the way we used to swish around on the skidoos in back of Marten last winter.
Brenda was a real nice girl all right. Itâs not every day you runs across girls like her. Sometimes when I starts talking to someone I likes, I canât get stopped. That was the way it was with Brenda. I went to work and told her everything. I really did. I went on and on like Iâd never shut up. I told her about the accident and she almostbawled right there on the spot. She was the first person I ever felt like I could tell it to.
And I never stopped there. I yakked on about moving to St. Albert and how I hated being at Curtisâs place because of his old man. I told her then just how it happened that he wouldnât let me go out to Simonâs Bay that weekend. If anyone had yakked on and on to me that much I would a told them to shut up. But all she done was listen and hold my hand real tight in hers.
Well,
I started another one. This time it was to Grandfather that I tried to write. He was the easiest one for me to say stuff to. But it was just as well if I wrote the man in the moon. What I ended up writing him was a stupid few words asking what the weather was like, what was hedoing, and all that crap. Not a word about the way I was feeling. It was a bloody waste of a stamp. But I got one and stuck it on and walked down to the drugstore and fired the letter in the mailbox.
10
The next day, Friday, I told Gerard and Brenda that I couldnât go. I wasnât allowed. That was the end of it as far as I was concerned. I could a skinned out to Simonâs Bay on Saturday if I wanted to bad enough. Hitchhiked there and not one person could a stopped me. But Iâd still have to come back and live with the grouch.
Brenda didnât give up that easy, though. She had it in her mind that she wanted some way of seeing me on the weekend. Of course, she didnât come right out and say so. But she throwed enough hints and looks around. I wasnât that stun. Maybe, she said, sheâd be coming into St. Albert shopping with her mother on Saturday and sheâd probably be staying overnight with her aunt who lived on OâLeary Street. And maybe sheâd see me sometime Saturday. Thereâs a movie we can see Saturday night, I said.
So that Saturday night me and Brenda went to the movie together. I never told anybody in the house where I was going, not even Curtis. It was none of anybodyâs business except mine. The movie we went to see was
The Planet of the Apes, Part III.
We watched it all. It was dumb enough for a laugh, I can say that much for it. Thereâs only so much of this ape stuff you can take and not get bored. We wasnât up in the back row loving it up like you might think. I hardly knew the girl. I knows that donât stop some fellows. But me, I figures I should at least know the girl. We did get around to holding hands. Big deal.
Some guys figure looks counts for everything. I donât, although itâs hard to think any other way when you sees a nice piece of stuff in a bathing suit stretched out on the beach. For me, personality counts for a good bit too. And what got me latched onto Brenda was that she had both of it. In the looks department she was right up there. Down a few notches from Sandra Colbourne maybe, but still pretty nice. And she had to have a great personality if the way she acted with me was anything to go by.
We spent half the time after the movie talking about skidoos, for godâs sake. Most girls, all they wants to talk about is school or TV programs or things like that, but there was me and Brenda gabbing on and on about skidoos and ice fishing. Maybe she was only doing it to play up to me. I dunno. I couldnât care less, anyway. Cripes, you knows it wouldnât a been the fun having her along, the way we used to swish around on the skidoos in back of Marten last winter.
Brenda was a real nice girl all right. Itâs not every day you runs across girls like her. Sometimes when I starts talking to someone I likes, I canât get stopped. That was the way it was with Brenda. I went to work and told her everything. I really did. I went on and on like Iâd never shut up. I told her about the accident and she almostbawled right there on the spot. She was the first person I ever felt like I could tell it to.
And I never stopped there. I yakked on about moving to St. Albert and how I hated being at Curtisâs place because of his old man. I told her then just how it happened that he wouldnât let me go out to Simonâs Bay that weekend. If anyone had yakked on and on to me that much I would a told them to shut up. But all she done was listen and hold my hand real tight in hers.
Well,
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