There was nothing I could do to save Oscar. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. So I lay down on the floor beside him and patted his head and whispered his name for hours. Then Dad came home from wherever and had one of those long talks with Mom and they decided something without me. And then Dad pulled down his rifle and bullets from the closet. “Junior,” he said, “Carry Oscar outside.” “No!” I screamed “He’s suffering,” Dad said. “We have to help him.” “You can’t do it!” I shouted. I wanted to punch my dad in the face. I wanted to punch him in the nose and make him bleed. I wanted to punch him in the eye and make him blind. I wanted to kick him in the balls and make him pass out. I was hot mad. Volcano mad. Tsunami mad. Dad just looked down on me with the saddest look in his eyes. He was crying. He was weak. I wanted to hate him for his weakness. I wanted to hate Dad and Mom for our poverty. I wanted to blame them for my sick dog and for all the other sickness in the world. But I can’t blame my parents for our poverty because my mother and father are the twin suns around which I orbit and my world would EXPLODE without them. And it’s not like my mother and father were born into wealth. It’s not like they gamble away their family fortunes. My parents came from poor people, who came from poor people who came from poor people, all the way back to the very first poor people. Adam and Eve covered their privates with fig leaves; the first Indians covered their privates with their tiny hands. 1) The word weak connects to which word in the passage? A) crying B) mom C) mad D) poverty

2)This passage includes all of the following EXCEPT A) parallel structure B) shifts in point of view C) sentence fragments D) figurative language