Rey hated to douse on Tracy’s parade, but when he found her hanging by her fingers from a climbing rope in the gym, he felt he better do something about it. Not that he hadn’t found the entire day entertaining, but she looked so pale she might drop at any minute. She’d gone from naughty into dangerous.
“Ponder me this; what’s the best way to make a boy and a girl who are already in love get serious about each other?” Tracy dropped that comment at the lunch table, then looked around to see if anyone noticed. “Ponder me?” Kate gave Tracy a weird look. She heaved a sigh. “Can’t you talk like everyone else?”
“Cumbersome.” “What? Going to school with me?” Lisa glanced over at Tracy as they walked. They shuffled along wet sidewalks, in no hurry. Most of the snow had melted over the weekend along with all of Lisa’s plans. “Isn’t that a great word? Come Brrrr Some. It makes me think of cucumbers.”
“I had no idea we sounded like that.” Kate didn’t sound like she was pleased. Ben didn’t know Kate all that well. If it weren’t for Gene and Tracy’s band, he wouldn’t even have learned her name. Right now he wished she and all the others in the band would just go away.
“Drab, Pulsate, and Tendril.” “Shouldn’t you be doing that at home, Ben?” I dumped another pile of dishes into the sudsy side of the sink. “Seriously. What kind of words are these?”
Emma felt a strange sense of strength and peace. It wasn’t just that she didn’t feel like she had to run to the bathroom. She hadn’t bit her nails all day either. Usually by the end of first period the tips of her fingers hurt from making the nails too shot. Instead, she actually made eye contact with the teacher, and maybe a couple of other people. She felt great.
“Sit down. You aren’t going anywhere until you eat.” “But Moooom. I have school.” Lisa stared at the plate full of waffles that hit the table where she usually sat and frowned. “Luscious, right?” Tracy grinned at her across the table, already eating.
“Step back again. I can’t get you in focus.” Lisa waved at Ben while keeping the video camera clued to her face. Ben did it, and didn’t even grumble, though he couldn’t figure out why she couldn’t make the camera focus on him no matter where he stood. So he hunched over against the cold and let himself look … what was that word she used? Desolate. That was it.
“What do you want to write about?” I brought a plate of cookies to the living room along with a cup of hot cocoa and a cup of milk. “I don’t know.” Ben took the cocoa from me as I set the plate down. I had a bad moment as the other cup tried to slide off my finger, but managed to escape spill free. “It’s going to be kind of hard to write a book if you don’t know […]
The kitchen table was covered of flour and cookie cutters when Ben came over. I had a dish towel in my hands and flour on my shirt. “Now isn’t really a good time for…” I trailed off, seeing the look on his face.
When Gene walked into his bedroom, Tracy was already there on his bed. First she lay there on her back with her hands behind her head. Then she sat, then she lay, then she sat. He could guess, but with her, you might as well just ask. “What are you doing?” “I’m doing abnormal exercises.”
“I’m telling you, it’s too soon.” Gene glared at Tracy. She pursed her lips and glared right back which just meant they might end up standing around and arguing all night because Tracy could be pretty stubborn sometimes. He glanced around Mrs. H.’s living room at all the other band members, looking for some backup and not getting it.
Reymond Ungar could hear voices coming from the band room. Though the sound was faint, it was persistent, and entirely too familiar. He stifled a groan. Apparently Tracy Martin was at it again.
There was all this sound and motion, but Gene found practicing with Kate kind of peaceful. It shouldn’t have been. The girl was almost as twitchy as her singer friend, and her drum playing drowned him out most of the time. Maybe it was because he really didn’t care. She fumbled and dropped a drum stick, but he kept playing. She’d catch up when she was ready.
“What are you doing here?” Justin looked scary with his mouth all snarly and eyes narrow. For a minute, it made Emma nervous – as if there was anything in the world that didn’t make her nervous – but then, maybe it wasn’t a bad thing for Justin to hate Bruce that much.