Outsiders

“My parents.” Johnny repeatedly doggedly, “did they ask about me?” “No.” Dally snapped, “they didn’t. Blast it ,Johnny, what do they matter? Shoot my old man don’t give a hang whether I’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter. That don’t bother me none.” Johnny didn’t say anything. But he did stare at the dashboard with hurt bewilderment. Dally cussed under his breath.