...Wh-what are you talk
about,Lise?" She looked at him, she gave him a knowing look as
if to say "I know something's up"."Bart, you got an A
in english. You never get an A." Bart sighed. It was no usse,
Lisa was smarter then him and she figured him out. It was useless to
try and talk his way out of it, and he knew it."I-I can't tell you,"
He whispered so their parents wouldn't hear."But, why not? You're
my brother, you can tell me anything." She smiled shyly. She's
never seen her brother so scared in her life that it kind of scared
her. "Why can't you tell me?""B-be-beacuse I just
ca-""There they are!
Jill, Martin, over here!!!" Marge and Homer got out of the car
to go greet their faimly vistors. Homer ran over to his
brother-in-law and neice. Martin hasn't been the same since his
wife's death. Everyone knew that, but Bart knew it the worse. They
started walking back to the car, and Martin gave Bart a look he never
thought he'd see again after they left beacuse he threw a fit those
many years ago about what he did. He was only 4, after all. He turned
away, not wanted to see his worst fear anymore. This was when Lisa
couldn't take it anymore."Dammit, Bart!"
Her yelling startled him, snapping him away from his thoughts. "You
have to tell me why you're so scared...