2 David had a tire patch kit. He inflated the inner tube with a bicycle pump, and it filled unevenly, one side growing fat like a swollen mouth backhanded by a mean brother. He let the air out, stomped it flat as a shadow, and tried again. Again the air swelled to one side. We stared at the inner tube in confusion.
3 I asked, "What's wrong with it?"
4 David didn't say anything. Instead, he jumped up and down on the fat side, but although I joined his weight, laughing as I jumped, the air wouldn't move to the skinny side. After that, we stopped because there was no time to waste. Kathy's pool party was at 1:00, and it was already a quarter after twelve.
5 We lowered our ears and listened for the hiss of air.
6 "Put your finger there," David said once we found the puncture. I licked a finger and pressed it into the deflating tube while he squeezed the glue and got the matches ready. But first he scratched the puncture so the patch would stick. I removed my finger, and he buffed the tube back and forth with the rough lid of the tire patch kit. He then smeared the glue and lit the match, the blue flame exciting us for a few seconds. He quickly fit the patch over the puncture and counted to twenty before taking his finger away. We lassoed the inner tube, now nearly deflated, onto the handlebars of my bicycle.
7 We sat under his cool sycamore waiting for the patch to dry. I asked David what went on at a "pool party," and he said he thought there would be cake and ice cream and races in the pool. I thought about this for a while. The only party that I knew was a birthday party, so when I received an invitation in the mail to a "pool party," I thought it involved the kind of pool that my stepfather and uncle shot at Uncle Tom's Tavern. After I caught on, I began to plan what to wear and what to take. I had a snorkel and fins, but my brother had lent the snorkel to his loudmouth friends and it disgusted me that I should fill my mouth with the rubber thing that others had sucked in dirty canals. And the fins were too small; they left painful rings on the insteps of my feet. At the last minute I remembered the inner tube.
8 David and I got up and poked the patch tenderly, as if it were a wound. The inner tube was healed. He pumped it up until it was huge, and a hollow thump resounded when I flicked a finger against the taut skin. I got on my bicycle, and with the inner tube crossed over my shoulder, David gave me a good push. The bike wobbled, but straightened as my legs strained for speed. I was off to a "pool party."
9 By the time I arrived I was sweaty and nearly dead from not seeing oncoming cars, because every time I turned left the inner tube blocked my view of the road.
10 The mother who answered the door clapped her hands and said, "Wow!" When I had difficulty getting the inner tube through the front door, she suggested that I go along the side of the house to the backyard. I rolled and pushed and lugged the inner tube, and when everyone saw me come around a bush, they yelled, "Gary's got a tire." I was more than sweaty. My once clean T-shirt was now smeared black along the front, and my hair, earlier parted on the right side and smelling sweetly of Wildroot hair cream, was flat as a blown-over hut. I licked my lips and tasted the hair cream.
11 When Kathy said hello, I waved my invitation at her and told her I nearly got killed by three cars. Then I jumped into the pool and stayed under for a long time. I was hot, so oiled up by the two-mile ride with an inner tube on my shoulder. I surfaced, got out, and threw the tube in the water. Someone asked, "How come it's big on one side?"
12 I shrugged, leaped in, and came up among an armada of pink and yellow air mattresses and an inflated plastic swan with a drooping neck. I tried to climb onto the swan, but it sank under my weight. I swam over to my tube, which was like a doctor's couch on the water, huge and plush. Two boys joined me, then a girl, and finally Kathy and her best friend. We floated around the pool, pushing aside the air mattresses and dunking the plastic swan for good. We stood up on the tube, the boys on the fat side, the girls on the skinny side, and bounced up and down, sometimes falling off but quickly climbing back on. We jumped and laughed, until a toe peeled off the patch and our feet began to mash the deflating tube. Stinky bubbles hissed on the water, and we began to sink, very slowly and happily.
13 The "pool party" was more than cake and ice cream. We had burgers as well, with potato chips and plenty of punch. I swam as much as I could. By the time I left – the last boy to go home – my eyes were red and my hair was parted down the middle from diving a hundred times into the pool. I enjoyed a cool ride home with the breathless inner tube hanging exhausted around my neck.
Gary Soto, "The Inner Tube" from A Summer Life © 1990 by University Press of New England.
A. ran in separate streams
B. scraped and scratched
C. poured
D. gleamed
A. he wanted David to see it.
B. they were going to the pool party together.
C. he needed help inflating it.
D. David knew how to fix its lopsidedness.
A. size
B. shape
C. color
D. smell
A. show that Gary has never been to a pool party before.
B. illustrate that David is much older than Gary.
C. help the reader understand what will happen at the pool party.
D. indicate that Gary did not want to go to the pool party.
A. last
B. minute
C. I
D. remembered
A. confused.
B. disappointed.
C. dismayed.
D. impressed.
A. partygoers had been fighting.
B. difference between the inner tube and the air mattresses.
C. large number of plastic air mattresses.
D. feeling Gary had of being attacked.
A. onomatopoeia.
B. alliteration.
C. irony.
D. personification.