Ponyboy and I continue to talk about what he could remember (and what he couldn't) about that night.
We were talking about the time he was in the hospital when I remembered something.
"Johnny left you his copy of Gone With the Wind. told the nurses he wanted you to have it." Johnny hadn't left anything for me, but he didn't have to. We'd made our marks on eachother's hearts, and that was enough.
Ponyboy regarded the small paperback book on his bedside table, but made no move to pick it up.
"Where's Soda?" he had asked me after a while. I told him that Soda was sleeping, but of course, as if on cue, Sodapop came bounding into the room. I swear sometimes I think his name is like a dog whistle to him. I caught Soda just in time, before he was about to jump on Pony.
They started conversing, so I went down to make Ponyboy some soup.
When I came back with the soup, I found Soda and Ponyboy
fast asleep.
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