Soda came to you for comfort. Darry and Pony were at it again with the arguments and Soda just couldn't take it anymore.

"It's like..they're always tryna make me pick sides. Pony asks me this, Darry yells at me for that--I-I just can't take it, babe."

The greaser sobbed quietly, his face in his hands.

"They ain't never been like this when ma and dad died. I don't even know anymore."