The Runt
Wearing his over-sized combat boots, The Runt stomped up and down the 2A hall singing, “Madie, Madie, Madie.”
Madie pulled her mom’s quilt over her head and tried to ignore the noise.
“Madie….I’m hungry!” the boy yelled as he pounded his fists on her door.
“Go eat a potato!” Madie yelled from the comfort of her bed, “I’m not your mother!”
“But I don’t like potatoes!” Runt responded. “I want eggs!” His voice sounded pathetic and needy. Tony catered to the boy’s every need and treated the gutter-rat as if he were helpless toddler. The boy’s neediness drove Madie crazy.
Irritated with the boy, Madie climbed out of bed, flung open her door and leaned into the boys face, “I don’t care! Gutter-rats don’t get to be choosy; especially ones that enjoy disturbing my sleep. Now go away and leave me alone!” Madie gave the boy a stern look before adding, “Disturb me again and you die!”