When I got out of the shower, Anthony (Anto) was still on the bed. He had his head lowered and he was hugging his knees. "Are you crying?" I asked and then I heard him sniffle. "Aw, cheer up, bro. I'm gonna restore you."
"Not before you make me lick your nasty ass feet!" he sobbed.
"They're clean." I poked Anto and he fell on his back and I hovered my foot over him. "See? No dirt, no odor. Just a nice, smooth size 10 for breakfast."
Anto dried his eyes and stopped crying. "What's the cure?" he asked with a strain still in his voice.
I put my foot back on the floor. "Ground-up sunflower leaves."
"And where are we supposed to get...?" Anto quickly sat up. "Not Mom's sunflower patch! She'll kill us if we touch that."
"She'll kill me if she and Dad come home and you're still six inches tall. Either way one of us is going to die."
"Not before you make me lick your nasty ass feet!" he sobbed.
"They're clean." I poked Anto and he fell on his back and I hovered my foot over him. "See? No dirt, no odor. Just a nice, smooth size 10 for breakfast."
Anto dried his eyes and stopped crying. "What's the cure?" he asked with a strain still in his voice.
I put my foot back on the floor. "Ground-up sunflower leaves."
"And where are we supposed to get...?" Anto quickly sat up. "Not Mom's sunflower patch! She'll kill us if we touch that."
"She'll kill me if she and Dad come home and you're still six inches tall. Either way one of us is going to die."