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The constant sound of the monotone woke him from a sound sleep. It wasn't that
usual to hear the television still on but it usually had a show playing. Looking at the
clock, it read three in the morning on the bedside table. Another odd thing was not
having Soda up against him in the double bed.
Sitting up slowly, Ponyboy lets his hearing pick up on other things in the house, but
the usual sounds of the house, like Darry's snoring didn't even come to him.
Getting up, scratching his sleep tousled hair, Ponyboy left his bedroom to see what
was up on the front room. The television was on, but was showing the gray test bars
emitting the irritating tone that woke him up.
Pony reached to turn off the box and headed out to the front porch to see if his family
was out there. The screen door open and kicked back, making the wood on wood
knocking sound as the door closed behind him.
He could see at the end of the street, under the street light, Darry, being the tallest,
and some of others talking. Something was up. The question was, did he go and
see or stay here and wait for his brother's return?