I walked down the hall in a daze. Dally had taken the car and I started the long walk home in a stupor. Johnny was dead. That body back in the hospital wasn't Johnny. Johnny was somewhere else maybe asleep in the lot, or playing the pinball machine.
I had to stay in bed a whole week after that. That bugged me; I'm not the kind that can lie around looking at the ceiling all the time. I read most of the time, and drew pictures. One day I started flipping through one of Soda's old yearbooks and came across a picture that seemed vaguely familiar.
The hearing wasn't anything like I thought it would be. Besides Darry and Soda and me, nobody was there except Randy and his parents and Cherry valance and her parents and a couple of other guys that had jumped me.