"Asshole," he said. "You're nothin but a big pussy."
I couldn't breath.
I couldn't move.
I lay there and watched Jimmy Cooper walk away. Then I started to cry. My old man found me when he came home from work. I had cried so much the tears were frozen on my face. When my old man carried me into the house John looked at me and laughed. I was still crying.
"What's with you, you little wimp?" he asked, and turned back to the book he was reading without waiting for an answer. It was a Danny Dunn mystery book. John was always reading books. That's how he got so smart and went to college. But that's another story. Anyway, my old man said it was a good thing he found me or I could of died. Then he whipped my butt just to remind me how good it felt to be alive.