Wayne and Russell were beasts. They didn't even spare a 5-year-old girl.
Flustered, Maryann stood on tiptoe to wipe away my tears.
"Larry, are you sick? Why are you crying?"
A sudden inspiration struck me. I could pretend to be ill.
As soon as Maryann finished speaking, I collapsed to the floor, convulsing badly.
Maryann and Shawn freaked out, screaming at the top of their lungs.
"Mom, Dad, come over! Larry is possessed by a ghost!"
I couldn't believe that was what they thought.
Hasty footsteps echoed in the stairwell.
My dad lifted me, and my mom anxiously felt my forehead.
"It's icy. What's wrong with Larry?"
"I don't know. I just saw his pale face, and he suddenly collapsed and started convulsing."
My dad slapped his thigh.
"Oh no, could this be epilepsy? I heard people in the village say epilepsy looks like this. Let's get him to the hospital as soon as possible."
Halfway there, he remembered something.
"Wasn't Wayne supposed to come for a visit today? You should stay at home. I'll take Larry to the hospital."
My heart skipped a beat. That wouldn't do.
In his arms, I began convulsing again and crying.
"Mom, I want Mom."