Part IV: Spin – God’s Wild Children: #8 (Chapter 74)
I leaned over Pappa’s recliner as Danny finished sewing “Dan” on his towel in bright red, tightly monogrammed letters. I had given up on my project hours ago, my stitches crooked and lettering hopelessly uneven. I had already pulled out my stitches, and now my towel lay on the floor at my feet.
“Would you do mine?” I could almost see Danny’s fancy stitching on my pink towel: “Sam” in dark blue letters.
“What’s in it for me?” he asked in a low, creepy
voice. He sewed in a knot, and then snapped the thread off with his teeth.
I thought for a minute and remembered the
ill-gotten pennies from the day before. “How about all my money?”
“Ha! That’s small potatoes.” Danny jumped up from
the recliner and twirled the towel in an arc. He draped it over the sofa,
smoothing it out so that the letters stood out, centered perfectly.
Now I wished that I had blown my nose and hocked into his rotten old towel.