"Anyway, " he continued, "I didn't know
about the bet until afterward, and
my dad was really furious with me
when I didn't win the game."
"But you didn't lose, either, " I said.
"Shouldn't that mean that the bet is
canceled and that neither side pays? "
"That's not how it works, " he said.
"The bet was that I would win, and
I didn't, so Dad still has to pay."
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The next day I went to Charlie's house
before sunup because we were going
to walk up to Water Canyon and go
fishing. He wasn't outside waiting.
I gently tapped on his window,
thinking he must have overslept.
There was no response. I looked in
the driveway and the family car was gone.
I didn't feel like going fishing alone. I
walked back home and put my fishing
pole away. A few hours later I noticed
a U-Haul truck in front of Charlie's house.
(To be continued)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting your personal fight with machines I avoid unwanted sound tracks by leaving the sound track off permanently. My personal gripe at the moment is YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED DUPLICATE COMMENTS which is never the case.