“Goodbye, Gregory. And please don’t call me old lady”, she replies.
“Yes, sir, young man!”, I responded with a thumbs up and continue on my way through the narrow sidewalk.
“Hey Wirt, whatcha doing?” I continue to skip towards my brother, who does not look very pleased right now, but it’s not like that isn’t normal. He doesn’t seem to notice me at first, he was looking off to the high school football stadium across the street, probably thinking about clarinets or something. His oddly parted brown hair was covered with an odd, large, red, coned hat that oddly coordinated with his blue cape. He is much taller than I am, making it very difficult to look him in the eye, but I could still tell he was concentrated. I snapped near his face to gain his attention. …show more content…
“And please don’t call Old Lady Daniels and old man; it’s not necessarily polite.”
“I was only helping her”, I assure him. “I was helping Old Lady Daniels rake the leaves in her lawn in exchange for candy.” I pat my overly filled pants pockets stuffed with candy to show Wirt the amount of candy I