Bobby was walking with Jessie, his sister, and said:
“What if, after all the complicated philisophical mumbo jumbo that we do, the biggest thing we do in our lives is wait? That’s what I wonder. Whether or not it matters how many times I open a bank account. Ooooooo. I opened a bank account for the first time.”
They were walking on a township road along the east edge toward Nathan, the town with the gas station.
Jessie looked at her shoes. Foot one forward. Foot two kick. “My flips suck.”
They were on their way to get candy, but had not decided what candy.
“And then some people are like while you are waiting, wait. Like one type of waiting is wrong, but you can really wait if you want to.”
Bobby skipped a little. Jessie skipped to catch up. “We’re not waiting, we’re going to the store.”
It was Saturday. They could have been home watching television, but they weren’t. It was sunny. It was summer.
“Yeah, like that, waiting for the next show, waiting for the next thing. But that’s not waiting, that’s not properly waiting at all. If you wait you just wait there without waiting.”
Jessie had homework to do, and didn’t want to do it, and Bobby sounded like homework to her. Bobby’s teachers never gave homework.
“I’m gonna get a Snickers, and you get something else, and then let’s share.”
Bobby made a face at Jessie that looked like he had become a sideways lime with a face on it that was tasting it’s own tart. He held that face in place and spoke:
“I’m gonna get a haircut, and you get a hair add, and then let’s share.”
Jessie attempted to hold Bobby’s face with her hand, but he dodged. Jessie pushed a rock off the road with her foot. She listened to the smack smack of her flip flops.
“Bobby, you don’t make sense. You are a loser.”
When they got to the gas station, it was closed. They played tag in the parking lot, and then went home.
