小屁孩日记 · 07 The Third Wheel
This morning after I woke up, I lay in bed for a while trying to get back to sleep. Eventually, I just went downstairs and made myself some breakfast. There's nothing good on TV before 8:00 on a Saturday morning, so I decided to get some of my chores over
with. Me and Rodrick never have enough money to buy anything, so Mom has being paying us an allowance to do chores. One of my chores is dusting the dining room furniture, and that's what I was doing this morning when I heard a knock at the front door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Uncle Gary standing on the front steps. Dad came downstairs a minute later, and he didn't seem to be too happy to see his younger brother.
A few weeks back Uncle Gary called Dad and said he had a once-in-a-lifetime business opportunity and needed loan. Dad didn't want to give Uncle Gary any money, because Uncle Gary has a bad track record when it comes to paying people back. But mom told dad he should do it because Uncle Gary is his brother and family members should always felt each other out. Mum's always saying the same sort of thing to me and Roderick. I just hope I never need a kidney or something like that, because if Roderick is the guy I'm counting on to give it to me, I could be in trouble. Dad sent Uncle Gary the money, and we hadn't heard from him until today. After uncle Gary came inside the house, told us what happened. He said he met a guy in Boston who sold T-shirts on a street corner, and this guy told him that if he
wanted to take over his business, he could make a bundle. So after he got the money from Dad, Uncle Gary bought up the guy's T-shirts. But what Uncle Gary didn't know was that the T-shirts at a typo on them, and by the time he noticed the problem, the guy was already gone.
Uncle Gary told Dad he needs a place to stay until he can get on his feet again. Dad didn't seem too happy about that, but by then Mom was downstairs, and she told Uncle Gary he can stay as long as he needs. But when Mum saw the moving van in the driveway, she told Uncle Gary we didn't really have any room in our house for extra furniture. He said she didn't need to worry, because he didn't HAVE any furniture. The moving van was filled with boxes of T-shirts, which we spent the rest of the morning loading into our garage. I don't think Uncle Gary is giving up on selling them, either. He unloaded one on Roderick for three bucks, and I think Roderick feels like he got a steal.
Monday Living with Uncle Gary hasn't been easy. On his first few nights in the house, the slept on an air mattress in Manny's room. But uncle Gary has these nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night, and last Monday he had a really bad one. So now Uncle Gary is sleeping on the couch in the family room, and Manny's bed is in the middle of his room, away from the walls.
