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18 Weeks of Twoey - 30. Week Five Tuesday September 30, 2014: A Faint Day
If outside forces trump you, fold your hand.
Gary and I went for our lonely morning run. Again, we didn't say much.
Later, I was picking at a banana when Tommy answered the door. Greg came in and walked right over to me. As I stood up, I received another giant fullback hug! He didn't say anything. He didn't have to. Actually I think he might have choked up if he said anything. He looked very emotional.
I simply said, “Thanks Greg, that means a lot.”
Liz came in and they left.
The minute I got picked up for school Sam began. “I told you guys some stuff yesterday from an EMT, through some friends of mine. Has any one of you passed anything on to anybody at all ...parents, girlfriend, anybody?” Sam sounded almost panicky.
“No!” We said, nearly in unison ...hehe.
Sam looked visibly relieved. “Guys, you gotta promise me you won’t tell it to anyone! You gotta promise!” He looked at me extra hard. I guess it was cuz he told me other stuff too.
We agreed, of course, but Gary asked why.
“You aren’t gonna believe this, but the base is quashing the whole thing. They don’t want the media to get hold of this. They’re making up some asswipe story about an accident for release. Danny’s father was a fucking Brigadier General! If you guys say even one word you’re probably gonna have black helicopters over your houses!”
Whoah!
“The EMT could be fired and my friends could be in a shitload of trouble! So just forget everything! I guess it doesn’t matter anyway. Nothing will bring Danny back. I don’t know what they plan to do if Twoey decides to live. That ought to be real interesting.” Sam certainly had my attention.
There were now only four of us walking into school. Sympathetic looks fell upon us from the kids we saw before we even entered the building. There were always five of us, and this year six, always – every day! Biggy met me at my locker and gave a little man-hug, saying how sorry he was.
In math I got a hug and kiss on the cheek from both Kathy and Terri and it felt weird sitting next to the empty chair. Even Mr. Elcher didn't give me shit about missing XCountry practice yesterday. I’ll be missing Thursday’s too. It’s a good thing there’s no race this Homecoming weekend, or I’d be off the team for sure.
The lunch table was busy with kids coming up, asking if we knew what happened. We explained we were as clueless as everyone else. Apparently an announcement was made yesterday. There were grief counselors in the guidance office if anyone needed them. Matty and Erik ate with us and they were seriously bummed too. Actually I didn't eat, only a little part of an apple. I'm never hungry anymore.
It soon caught up with me though.
In PhysEd we were doing loosening up calisthenics before our wrestling lessons, when I fainted. At least it's what I’m told. Matty said I simply keeled over onto my face. And it did hurt when I woke up. It’s a good thing we were on a mat! Naturally, I was in the nurse's office right away.
She told me to get on the scales and she looked shocked. She moved the little weight thingy over and over like there was something wrong with it. Staring at it, she asked, “David, what did you eat today?”
“Some of a banana for breakfast and some of an apple for lunch.”
“What did you eat yesterday?”
“Some of a banana at breakfast and part of a sandwich, I think. Or maybe it was part of an apple. I can’t remember.”
“That's all?”
“Yes, ma'am. I'm not very hungry lately. You know, with everything going on.”
“Well I can understand, but David, you've lost almost 20 pounds since the beginning of the school year! This much weight loss didn't happen over the weekend!”
Now I was shocked. Twenty pounds? I've been eating ...haven't I? Reflecting a bit, I did remember my pants seeming big and Deena scowling at me Friday and all the supper tables I've left in a huff and wasn't hungry afterward. Even Tommy was trying to smuggle me sandwiches. I guess ...I guess I haven't been eating.
“You can't be in such an exerting sport as Cross Country and not eat! You're making yourself sick!” She was yelling at me, and then escorted me down to the cafeteria! She talked to some lunch ladies and soon I had a pile food in front of me.
“I can't eat all this!”
“Eat as much as you can, and I'm going to sit right here and watch you!” I worked my way through some meatloaf and mashed potatoes from today's lunch menu. I attempted some jell-o and part of an orange and said, “Enough! my stomach hurts!”
The nurse told me to eat at least as much every lunch from now on. She wants to weigh me next Monday, and every Monday until I have all my weight back! Talk about a food Nazi!
But I don't think it did me much good because I puked it all up during XCountry practice. I guess I can't eat heavy so close to running!
I tried to eat at dinner, but it was this disgusting beef liver and Brussels sprouts and I knew I'd puke it up too, big time. I picked at some carrots Tommy’s mother thankfully included and had an extra glass of milk. Maybe I'll actually eat cereal with my banana tomorrow. I thought of a plan. I'm gonna weigh myself every morning and keep a little chart. At least it'll be a small distraction from all the hurt I feel.
I did my homework and talked with Kathy for a while on the phone.
I asked, “Kathy, can you do me a favor and try to talk with Lanni a little? I think she needs another friend right now. Nels told me she is really upset.”
“Aw David, you're such a thoughtful guy! I'll do it. I should have thought of it first. I'm embarrassed!”
I went to bed, but couldn't fall asleep. Sam said they were naked.
Were they having sex?
Was Danny gay?
Is Twoey gay???
Were they straight boys fooling around? Jacking each other off? This was hard for me to wrap my brain around. There must be some other reason, although I couldn’t think of anything where they’d both be naked. Now if Twoey is gay ...our connection ...my feelings ...Nah! None of this makes any sense.
I guess only time will answer these questions ...or unless Twoey dies.
Then it won't matter anymore.
It won’t matter at all.
Twoey
I don't see Danny anymore. I want to see those freckles and his smile and get those kisses. Where's my Danny? I need to go where Danny is.
Please God, let me go where Danny is!
Now I felt the pain.
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