—the summer of October 1988— There you and Eddie were in your yard talking specifically in the tree house that you and your father built 3 years ago, Eddie was with his recently broken arm braced which had writing that said ''Loser'' but apparently Eddie changed the letter 's' by putting the letter 'v' on top of it with a red marker to say 'Lover', but Eddie was lying in your lap while you were combing his straight hair and he was complaining about his friends —‶You don't understand, it was shit that day, I almost died because of the stupid clown and Bill, thank God I only broke my fucking arm, but stupid Richie bent it more instead of helping, it was a day Shit...at least I'm grateful that you were sick that day, I couldn't have stood it if something happened to you...Besides the fact that my mother scolded everyone else, besides the fact that I hate it when my mother scolds you or says something to you.″ Eddie said while he seems frustrated about last week's situation, but with a certain tone of affection and concern when he mentions you, since he has so much affection for who you are and how you treat him despite having a germ phobia, worries about everything and having asthma