“Well, I could put a charm on it so only you can open it. But to do that, I’ll need a lock of your hair.”
“Hmm,” you reply, “I’ll send some money from camp. It's about 3 weeks long."
"Well the postal service has been improving to try to get people to send letters insteed of this thing called 'e-mail'," Swizzle says," so I'll need a lock of your hair."
"Ok," you answer feeling a little nervous.
Swizzle reaches under the counter and takes out some scizzors and tells you to lower your head. You do so and he takes a tiny bit of your hair from the back of your head.
"See," Swizzle says with a smile," not that bad. Now I'll give you my card with my mailing address and just send the letter when you have the money."
"Yes sir," you smile and take the little card from Swizzle when he hands it to you.
"Have fun at camp my boy," Swizzle smiles and waves as you leave the store.
With no money left you decide to go home. You exit the mall and walk across the parking lot and across an empty lot, go down and hill and walk down the street for a block or two until you arrive home.
Home sweet home, you think to yourself and then you notice your brother Mike's big red truck in the drive way and sigh. Oh well, I'll be gone tomorrow to camp.
You walk up to the side door and enter into the kitchen to hear a loud,"Who's that?!"
You reconize the call and answer your older brother by saying,"Just me big bro."
"Get in here shrimp," Mike says with a little excitment in his voice.
You walk through the kitchen and into the living room where you see Mike sitting on the couch wearing some black shorts and a dark blue shirt. His shorts and shirt look new, but then again, Mike looks like he got even bigger at college.
Mike raises up to his feet and you can tell he's gained some wieght at college. He must be pushing 300 pounds by now.
"Where's my welcome home hug?" Mike asks opening his arms wide.
You walk over and give Mike a hug with all your strenth while he squeezes you close. You feel pretty small next to him, even though he's just 3 inches taller.
"Welcome home," you say once Mike lets you go," I see you gained some wieght at college."
"And some muscles," Mike answers and flexes on arm and slaps his belly with his other," How about you little man. I see you haven't changed much, maybe an inch or so taller."
"Nope," you sigh.
"Your time will come," Mike smiles and messes up your hair and gives you another bear hug. He must have really missed you.
"So how much are you up to?" you ask poking Mike's belly.
"294 this morning," Mike smiles and holds his solid belly," still far from Dad's 370, but all in due time."
"I bet," you say.
"So whatcha doing tomorrow?" Mike asks.
He must not know, you think to yourself.
"I'm going to camp," you answer with a smile.
"Oh?" Mike says," What kind?"
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