Do I Want to Know
I was waiting anxiously for Jean to come home from school. Mr. Jimmy had beaten her home, and I was staying quiet in my room because I didn’t want to speak with him yet. Finally, she came bouncing in the room and I jumped up from the bed to greet her.
“Wait until you see what I found today!”
“Wait until I put my books down. Why you leave school early again?” Jean dropped her books on the dresser top and flopped down on her bed.
“I wasn’t feeling good.”
“You just didn’t want to take that English test. Stop lying.”
“If you already knew, why ask me? Look at what I found!”
“What you find?”
“A picture in Mr. Jimmy’s room.”
“What! No, you didn’t go into his room when he wasn’t home!” Jean jumped up from the bed.
“Keep your voice down, he’s home now. He left his door unlocked so I just went in and looked around and found this picture.”
I pulled out the picture from under my pillow and gave it to Jean, who looked at it for a few seconds, and then handed it back to me.
“It’s a picture of Mr. Jimmy when he wasn’t fat. So what?”