![]() “Darry,” I said, “I’m sorry . . .” He was stroking my hair and I could hear the sobs racking him as he fought to keep back the tears. “Darry!” I screamed, and the next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him. Please be careful, because I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you.” Darry looked down and turned away silently. When he yelled “Pony, where have you been all this time?” he meant “Pony, you’ve scared me to death. Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he cared he was trying too hard to make something of me. I had sobbed in spite of myself Soda had broken down and bawled like a baby but Darry had only stood there, his fists in his pockets and that look on his face, the same helpless, pleading look that he was wearing now.) In that second what Soda and Dally and Two-Bit had been trying to tell me came through. I hadn’t seen him cry in years, not even when Mom and Dad had been killed. He didn’t make a sound, but tears were running down his cheeks. ![]() ![]() ![]() “Suddenly I realized, horrified, that Darry was crying. ![]()
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