been funny if we hadn't been so seared. He was still shivering with eold. "I guess," he said weakly, "I guess we're disguised." I leaned baek next to him sullenly. "I guess so." "Oh, shoot," Johnny said with fake cheerfulness, "it's just hair." "Shoot nothing," I snapped. "It took me a long time to get that hair just the way I wanted it. And besides, this just ain't us. It's like being in a Halloween costume we can't get out of" "Well, we got to get used to it," Johnny said with finality. "We're in big trouble and it's our looks or us." I started eating a candy bar. "I'm still tired," I said. To my surprise, the ground blurred and I felt tears running down my cheeks. I brushed them off hurriedly. Johnny looked as miserable as I felt. "I'm sorry I cut your hair off, Ponyboy." "Oh, it ain't that;" I said between bites of chocolate. "I mean, not all of it. I'm just a little spooky. I really don't know what's the matter. I'm just mixed up." "I know," Johnny said through chattering teeth as we went inside. "Things have been happening so fast..." I put my arm across his shoulders to warm him up. "Two-Bit shoulda been in that little one-horse store. Man, we're in the middle of nowhere; the nearest house is two miles away. Things were layin' out wide open, just waitin' for somebody slick like Two-Bit to come and pick 'em up. He coulda walked out with half the store." He leaned back beside me, and I could feel him trembling. "Good of Two-Bit," he said in a quavering voice. He must have been as homesick as I was. The Outsiders, S.E. Hinton 63