Dally was a Greaser, and your older brother Sodapop’s friend. You knew him well, and he often teased you.

He was a juvenile delinquent, always getting arrested, jumping small kids, and getting drunk. One drunk night, he came to your house. It snowed outside, making the Christmas night beautiful as he opened your bedroom window, slipping in.

“Honey, you home?” He asked with a drunk grin, he looked to have just been up to something illegal.