Did you think you'd ever see this again? Anyway, enjoy the last
chapter.  Heaven Forbid  Darry wouldn't let any of them go to
the trial. The state didn't approve of their close association
with Dallas Winston to begin and to be seen at his trial was
suspicious.  The oldest Curtis stayed up all that night waiting
for the news in nervous expectation. Pony lay on the couch, eyes
half open watching him pace and fidget with an energy that wore
him out and made him anxious. Johnny had faded early on the
other side, curled in a ball. It wasn't cold but he was wearing
his old jean jacket anyway overtop of an old tee shirt too big
for even Sodapop. Pony supposed it offered him a sense of
security.  Soda was the only one sleeping soundly in bed, not
seeming to grasp what this meant. How important this was for
them. He knew Johnny was horrified by the idea of Dallas going
away for good. After everything that had happened and all of the
ways that Johnny had changed – grown brave and able to take
responsibility for himsel