18th March 2012
Dear Cassi,
Two days ago I
told you about the time my bike was damaged. Today I bring up the insult that
went with the injury. Alan, my parent and guardian, decided we needed to find
the key. He said that someone might find it and steel my bike. How this person
was supposed to look at a U-lock key and say ‘I’ll try this on every bike until
it opens one’ is beyond me.
So we went down
to the hill and looked for the key and I tried everything to try to get him to
give up the search. I told him the key had fallen down the sewer, and that it
had broken, and any lie I could come up with. He knew I was full of it but if
he had a drop of common sense we would have never gone out there in the first
place.
He made me look
in the grass and down the sewer way and so forth. We looked for an hour or two
to no avail. In the end we drove home and he explained how he knew that I was
lying as he had asked the same question and gotten different answers.
As I told you
in the letter on the 15th the key had never left Fallstaff’s pocket.
His mother found it in the wash. I’ve heard of folks looking for things in
places where they knew they were and finding them after years. Still, how
important is a U-lock key? I have no idea if another could have been crafted
but the lock was only a few dollars. That was twenty years ago and the old man
would spend hundreds on crap because he felt like it, and then it would sit on
the floor in my house for weeks.
If would have
been different if he had at last taken his crud home but no it was the act of
buying he loved so much. Maybe he just wanted to screw up my afternoon the way
buying a bike tire hand screwed up his.
Keep an eye on
your keys, little sister
Richard Leland Neal
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