Rile Up Richard Day

He was mad, all riled up. A brother of few words, but always angry. We two sisters were too much for him. We did not let up because it was our goal to make a man of him. Besides we were preteens, and in moods of our own most of the time. Not our fault our parents decided to have a kid when we turned eight. And it was great to see his face turn all red, and I mean red. So this was one of those “rile up Richard” days. We had lots of them. He was older now, and more eager to hurt us, but we still did it. I am not sure how we riled him, but he came toward me like a bull. Head down like a battering ram. I quickly moved out of the way, And his head went through the drywall of the newly papered wall. Destroyed new wallpaper; actually punched a crevice shape into wall. If he had hit a stud, I imagine we would have been in big trouble. We rearranged the living room furniture before mom came home. Every time Mom got close to the corner we would all three laugh. I am glad you are all getting along, she said, pleased.