“Soda, ok, आप can come in now.” Ponyboy grinned. I was standing अगला to him, and he was अगला to Mickey Mouse.
With the money that I would have gone to college with, and with what Ponyboy had saved, we had bought Soda his horse.
Soda came in, in his plaid कमीज, शर्ट and jeans. His jaw dropped. Then he smile brighter than the sun.
He walked over to horse.
“Hey buddy,” he says, smiling, petting his nose.
“It took forever to get him to listen,” Ponyboy said.
“Yeah, I got myself and ornery pony.” Soda grins.
“You happy?” आप ask Soda.
He just looks at you, smiles and nods his head.