小说园

第22部分（第2页）

“Amen？　As　in　youre　glad　high　schools　over？”

“Absolutely。”

My　father　starts　twirling　his　fork。　“Whys　that？”

Matt　and　Mike　look　at　each　other；　then　back　at　my　dad。　“The　regurgitation　gets　to　you　after　a

while。”

“Isnt　that　funny；”　he　says；　looking　around　the　table。　“High　school　was　probably　the　best　time

of　my　life。”

Matt…or…Mike　says；　“Seriously？　Dude；　its　totally　lame！”　Mrs。　Baker　shoots　him　a　look；　but　that

doesnt　stop　him。　“Well；　it　is；　Mom。　Its　that　whole

robotron　attitude　of　education。　Confine；　confute；　conform—Ive　had　totally　enough　of　that

scene。”

My　dad　eyes　my　mom　with　a　little　I…told…you…so　grin；　then　says　to　Matt　and　Mike；　“So　I　take　it

college　is　out　of　the　question？”

God；　what　was　with　him？　In　a　flash　I　was　clutching　my　fork　and　knife；　ready　to　duke　it　out　for

a　couple　of　guys　who　pinched　my　cheeks　and　called

me　baby　brother。

I　took　a　deep　breath　and　tried　to　relax。　Tried　to　dive　down　to　calmer　water。　This　wasnt　my

fight。

Besides；　Matt　and　Mike　seemed　cool　with　it。　“Oh；　no；”　they　said。　“College　is　a　total

possibility。”　“Yeah；　we　got　accepted　a　couple　of　places；　but

were　going　to　give　the　music　thing　a　shot　first。”

“Oh；　the　music　thing；”　my　father　says。

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Matt　and　Mike　look　at　each　other；　then　shrug　and　get　back　to　eating。　But　Lyta　glares　at

him　and　says；　“Your　sarcasm　is　not　appreciated；　Dad。”

“Lyn；　Lyn；”　says　Matt…or…Mike。　“Its　cool。　Everyones　like　that　about　it。　Its　a　show…me…dont…

tell…me　thing。”

“Thats　a　great　idea；”　Lyta　says；　jumping　out　of　her　seat　and　dashing　down　the　hall。

Mom　freezes；　not　sure　what　to　do　about　Lyta；　but　then　Mrs。　Baker　says；　“Dinner　is

absolutely　delicious；　Patsy。”

“Thanks；　Trina。　Its　…　its　nice　to　have　all　of　you　over。”

Theres　about　three　seconds　of　quiet　and　then　Lyta　es　in　and　jabs　at　the　CD　player

buttons　until　the　drawer　slides　back　in。

“Lyn；　no！　Not　a　good　idea；”　says　Matt…or…Mike。　“Yeah；　Lyn。　Its　not　exactly　dinner　music。”

“Tough；”　says　Lyta；　and　cranks　the　volume。

Boom；　whack！　Boom…boom；　whack！　The　candles　practically　shake　in　their　holders；　then