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6 Nov 2011 20:49The hot, heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach has been growing hourly and by the time Tommy can't take it anymore it's already too late to return to the library. He knows the librarians don't actually live there and, though he figures sometimes Arthur might like to, he's sure the other kid doesn't live there either. He just can't find him anywhere and since his mom has had a bad day he knows staying at home is his only option.
The next day passes as it usually does, but for Tommy, feeling that guilt still lying heavy in his stomach and always aware that it's there, he finally snaps and decides he can't go on like this. It's worse than having a fist rammed into your face, he decides, even as he's asking for the apartment number for Arthur from the super and trudging up the stairs to go and apologize.
He's brought a peace-offering with him, some noodles his mom cooked too much of for their dinner packed away lovingly in a container. It's for Arthur, and even though the other boy hasn't answered the door yet, he'll wait with his back up against the door, stomach starting to growl, until he shows up.
The next day passes as it usually does, but for Tommy, feeling that guilt still lying heavy in his stomach and always aware that it's there, he finally snaps and decides he can't go on like this. It's worse than having a fist rammed into your face, he decides, even as he's asking for the apartment number for Arthur from the super and trudging up the stairs to go and apologize.
He's brought a peace-offering with him, some noodles his mom cooked too much of for their dinner packed away lovingly in a container. It's for Arthur, and even though the other boy hasn't answered the door yet, he'll wait with his back up against the door, stomach starting to growl, until he shows up.