Two years had passed since Paul's victory at the talent show. He and Hank were still close with each other. They were now sixteen, and today was the giorno they were going to take their driver's tests. Hank was chatting with two of his Friends as they were getting ready to leave the school. One of them asked him, "What kind of car are te hoping to drive?" He said, "I'm thinking either a sports car o maybe one of those muscle cars like my grandpa used to collect." The secondo one of his Friends said, "That's cool. You'll look so tough in it." Hank smiled. The first friend then asked, "What'll Paul drive, a hippie van?" Hank frowned. His Friends still enjoyed making fun of Paul. The secondo friend said, "I bet he'll drive a rosa one, being the sissy that he is." They laughed. Hank said, "Stop that! Paul might not be into sports cars and muscle cars, but that doesn't make him less of a man!" Just then, they saw Paul walking out the door. Hank's first friend said, "There he is. Let's beat him up." Hank said, "If te touch him, I will end te myself!" His Friends ran in fear. Hank then went to unisciti Paul and said, "I think I'll sit with te on the ride home." Paul asked, "Are te mad at your friends?" Hank said, "They were making fun of you." Paul said, "I don't care what they think of me." Hank said, "I know, but I wish they'd at least mostra te respect." Paul said, "Maybe they will someday." Hank said, "I hope so. In the meantime, this is the last time we get to ride the bus with those assholes." Paul said, "That's true." The two brothers enjoyed each other's company as they rode home to prepare for their driver's test.