Joshua was always surprised by how strong his mother was. He felt strong, stronger than the other boys at school, maybe even stronger than Rick sometimes, but his mother could always make him smart. He didn't dare put his hand up to touch his cheek though, no matter how much it burned. It was best if he didn't draw attention to his ailments for fear that it would make her more angry.
Casting a furtive glance up at Julian, he tried to see exactly what had happened to his hand so he could quietly gather what he would need to help. There would be some things up in the bathroom, and some things he'd hidden in his room, a first aid kit and the like. "I'll go upstairs and make sure he doesn't wake anyone," he said obediently. Sometimes, he went so far as to say she was right to punish the boys in some situations, but never in front of them, and not because he believed it. He just thought maybe it would quell her anger and save them all from more wrath. But as he got older, he did so less and less, becoming more defiant and protective. Still, he was smart and knew when he was needed elsewhere and when not to pick a fight.
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