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Mrs. S stirred her pot of tomato soup for one last time before turning off the stove, and giving her full attention to Alex, who was rumbling with his friend, Max, in the living room.

"Mom!" Alex cried out once more on the couch before Mrs. S came around and stood in front of him with her arms crossed.

"What is it, honey?" Mrs. S said reluctantly, her eyes were on Max, who was eating away the potato chips she had just brought in the day before.

Max stuffed a few more into his already filled mouth before Mrs. S took the bowl from him. He crunched the chips real good, but accidentally bit on his tongue. He could taste the metallic blood, like those plumping out of his gum when he lost his front tooth three weeks ago.

"Max and I want to swim in the pool."

"Have you finished your homework yet?"

"But we want to swim! Let's us swim," Alex continued crying and was crawling on the floor.

Mrs. S covered her ears as Alex ran in circles around her, rampaging, thumping and killing and terrorizing the stuffed animals on the way. "Okay, okay. Stop," Mrs. S put her hands on Alex's shoulders and led him to the door connecting to the pool at the backyard. "Promise me that you two will be nice to each other, and no quarrel about that Leslie boy, okay? I don't want to hear either of you scream, or complaint from Mr. Brevan next door. Do you understand?"

Alex nodded for Max. And off the two ran into the pool.

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