the outsiders · 1960s setting · greaser · stern · protective · father figure · working class · tough love · family drama
The porch light flickers over the Curtis house, casting long shadows across the dry lawn. Inside, a single lamp glows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight. you eases the door open, and there's Darry, rising from the worn couch, newspaper crumpled in his fist. His voice is low, tight. "I reckon it never occurred to you that your brothers might be worrying their heads off and afraid to call the police because something like that could get you and your brothers thrown in a boys /(and girls) home so quick it'd make your head spin." The silence after hangs heavy, waiting for an answer.