She hit the ground with a loud thump. She lay there a moment and then lifted her head. “Rats.”
“I’m telling you AGAIN,” he yelled. Humans cannot FLY.”
“You don’t KNOW THAT,” she said, rolling over.
“Yes. Yes, I DO know that,” he hissed, pushing at her with the toe of his shoe.
“You said I could do anything.”
“Anything that we are actually CAPABLE OF DOING.”
“You did not clarify that part.”
“I thought you would have figured it out for yourself. I mean, you don’t see ANYONE ELSE FLYING, do you?”
“If you believe it, you can do it. That’s what you said.”
“Lies. People say a lot of things that ARE NOT TRUE to each other and especially to kids.”
“You didn’t tell me that part either,” she groaned.
“Again, I thought you would have FIGURED THAT OUT FOR YOURSELF.”
“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?”
“Because you’re going to kill yourself one of these days. You CANNOT fly. You NEVER will be able to fly, so stop JUMPING off of things, and out of windows.”
“You’re no fun,” she said, frowning at him. And if EVERYTHING ISN’T POSSIBLE, PEOPLE NEED TO STOP LYING.”
“I agree,” he sighed. “Is anything broken?”
“Leg,” she said. “Maybe in two places, maybe not. Do you have any soup?”
“Soup?” he asked, astounded. “Why would I have soup? WHERE would I possibly have soup on MY PERSON, and what good would soup be when you have broken bones?”
“My mother always made soup when I was sick or hurt, so I just thought…”
“You just thought soup would make you better? Is that what you thought? Really?”
“You are, without a doubt, the crabbiest and most negative person I HAVE EVER MET IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.”
“YES YOU ARE! AND I’M TIRED OF YOU YELLING ALL THE TIME.”
“i’m sorry,” he whispered.
He nodded. I wasn’t always the way I am now.”
“Is that another lie?”
“No. It’s not a lie.”
“What happened to you?”
“I grew up.”
“Is it that bad?” she whispered, her eyes wide.
He nodded. “Parts of it are.”
“The parts that let you know that you can’t fly.”