Dropping In

Dropping In — page 7
She stares at me and then at Ranga for a second It feels like eternity then she spins on her heels and heads out into the backyard Clean it up Ranga’s got his hands on his hips head jutting forward chin out and eyes glaring Yes clean it up he says pointing at the gunk You dirty boy He spins around twice like a ballet dancer and stalks into the lounge room leaving me trying not to crack up and spray gunk out of my mouth I’ve just got to the sink and rinsed out a dishcloth when Ranga calls out to me Hey Sticks there’s a new kid over the road I wipe up the gunk Yeah I say I saw him just before Does he live there I think so New people moved in last night Ranga comes running into the kitchen There’s something weird about him the way he was sitting there I think he saw me but he didn’t wave He just went I nod It was the same before when I saw him He looked like a retard I have this uncomfortable feeling like something bad is going to happen Ranga just said what I thought when I saw the kid but I didn’t say it Not out loud anyway I know what Mum would say if she heard me and I can’t 13