by Rob J. Quinn
“Stop!” Scott yelled, trying not to laugh as he stumbled but managed to stay on his feet.
“Payback,” Red teased.
“I’ll tell Mom.”
Red laughed. “Tell Mom? Seriously? Tell her what?”
“She knows.”
Finally reaching the back door, Red said, “She might know something’s up, but she doesn’t know exactly what.”
Stopping with his hand on the screen door handle, Scott looked back at his brother and said, “It was good you forgot that book.”
Red looked down and nodded.
“I mean, I really . . .” Scott’s voice trailed off.
Biting his lower lip for a second, Red said, “I know.”
“This whole thing is nuts, right?”
“Tell me about it,” Red said.
They stood there for a second just looking at each other. Finally, they shook their heads a little and smiled.
“Just remember, I can still kick your ass,” Scott said, as he opened the door.
“Keep dreamin’,” Red said.
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About the Author
The Birth of Super Crip is Rob J. Quinn’s first novel. He started as a freelance writer at the Philadelphia Inquirer Sports section, and wrote several articles on the disability community in the local section of the paper. He moved on to eventually work full-time for a leading children’s book publisher, and wrote a title for the publisher on a freelance basis. Quinn spent two years working for a non-profit, which worked to assist people with disabilities purchase the assistive technology they need to live more independently. In the summer of 2013, he self-published I’m Not Here to Inspire You: Essays on disability from a regular guy living with cerebral palsy. He has also published several articles on the Huffington Post.
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