Davy and Micky wrote as often as they could to each other. Davy, on his second letter had even sent a picture of himself. On some of the letters Davy would let Emma write a small bit on and Micky always seemed to enjoy reading her little parts.
On his latest letter Micky had put his phone number and Davy was now trying to decide whether or not he should call.
"Why not call?" Emma asked him as they at their lunch in the schoolyard.
"`Cause Dad says it's lots o' money to call long distance." Davy said after taking a quick sip of his drink.
"Oh, well, maybe ya could call every once and awhile, that wouldn't be too bad would it?" Emma suggested. Davy thought about and figured maybe she was right. He would talk to his parents about it when he went home.
"I'll think `bout it." Was his response.
"I `ope ya do more than think `bout it." She said smiling.
"Why?" he asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.
"I don't know, just thought it'd be boss if ya did." she replied, still smiling.
"Boss?" he asked, it was a term he'd heard maybe once or twice before from his sisters, but he never was completely sure what it meant.
"Yeah, George uses it all the time, means great. Meaning it'd be great if ya called `im." She said, making it sound like he should have known that already.
"Right." Was all he said to that.
"Ya up for an ice cream tonight?" she asked, changing the subject.
"I'll check with me mum, but I'm sure it'll be fine. That is if Miss Bulsberry doesn't give us `omework t'night." He said, his face falling at the idea of the homework that their teacher gave.
"Al'ight then. `Ey, is the book report due tomorrow?" she asked, suddenly remembering that they were supposed to have a book read by then.
"What?!" Davy asked, sounding very shocked. He'd completely forgotten. He'd picked a book and had it approved, but had never really started it.
"Oh, Davy, not again. This is the third one." Emma groaned, looking at him.
"Looks like I won't be getting ice cream t'night." He sighed. He really had to stop this. He was only in fourth grade and he was already starting to slack on his work. He saw what his sisters did with their high school work and his was nothing compared to his, that was unless he put it off last minute and that was happening a lot lately.
"You're a fast reader though, Davy. I've seen you. Read as much as you can and then maybe skim the rest of it. I'm sure that'll be al'ight." She said, hoping what she said was right. She was right about him being a fast reader though; he could finish a book in one day.
"I'll do that." He said with satisfaction, but Emma could still see a sort of panicky look in his eyes and knew it was about the book.
That evening after school had ended Davy went up to his room where he finished his other homework and then started on the book, it was called *The Horse and His Boy* by C.S. Lewis. The book was the fifth in a series called *The Chronicles of Narnia*, he'd read the first four already and had two more two go after he read this one.
Opening the book, he was suddenly intrigued and pulled in, just as he'd been with the first four. Although Emma had suggested that he not read the whole thing, he found he wasn't able to stop.
He finally finished writing the report at two in the morning and knew that when his mum woke him up that he'd be exhausted, but he had to get this done. Maybe he'd stop putting things off, but he wasn't quite sure that that would happen. As he started to close his eyes, he suddenly realized that he'd never talked to his parents about Micky and thinking about that he silently groaned to himself.
He'd really wanted to know if he could call. He guessed that he'd just have to talk to them in the morning or after school. Whichever he found more reasonable at the time. With that he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, not looking forward the morning that was going to come his way, way to quickly.
Chapter 4
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