(Place at the end of p. 25 or beginning of p. 26)
When angry Donnie picked a fight with someone in the backseat, usually Sy, Timmy was there to break it up. They would argue about the most stupid things, like who was better, Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays.
"I'll slap you down!" threatened Donnie.
"Go ahead and try!" Sy retorted from the other side of the backseat. He knew Donnie couldn't reach him, let alone had the strength to do hardly anything physical.
"I'll slap you both down! How do you like that?" Tim said, settling the matter.
The truth was, no one could slap anyone down in the cab. It was all talk. You had a kid with MS flailing away at another guy with MD, as Timmy took the brunt of the shots, and Joe, the ultimate boss, telling everyone to "calm down or else you'll have to walk to school!" That wasn't going to happen, either.
Most of the time everyone would be back to "normal" by the time we reached school. And there was no ratting on each other once we got home. What happened in the cab stayed in the cab.
The cab was a place where the guys could be tough, have an opinion yet, in the end, forgive until the next ride. All things we couldn't do at home. At home we were merely thought of as "handicapped kids." In the cab we were like everyone else- at least for a while.
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