Now there were three of us sitting in the waiting room waiting to hear how Dally and Johnny were. Then the reporters and the police came. They asked too many questions too fast, and got me mixed up.
The nurses wouldn't let us see Johnny. He was in critical condition. No visitors. But Two-Bit wouldn't take no for an answer. That was his buddy in there and he aimed to see him. We both begged and pleaded, but we were getting nowhere until the doctor found out what was going on.
It was almost six-thirty when I got home . The rumble was set for seven, so I was late for super, I was usual. I always come in late. I forget what time it is. Darry had cooked dinner baked chicken and potatoes and corn two chickens because all three of us eat like horses.