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old life. He plans to keep your body forever.”
22
“WHAT?” I screamed, hopping up and down angrily on the microphone.
“Just what I said,” Ms. Karmen said. “Dirk Davis wants to keep your body for
the rest of his life.”
“But he can’t do that, can he?”
“It is very upsetting,” she replied, biting her lower lip. “It wasn’t what he
said in our original agreement. But if he refuses to get out of your body and
your life, there’s really nothing I can do.”
Ms. Karmen gazed down at me sympathetically. “I’m so sorry about this, Gary,”
she said softly. “I guess I’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
“What about my future? What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed.
Ms. Karmen shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you could go back, wait in the hive—and maybe Dirk Davis will change his mind.”
“Back to the hive?!” My antennas stood straight on end, quivering with
rage. “Do you have any idea what it’s like in there? Cramped together with those
hairy bees in the darkness? Listening to that deafening buzz day and night?”
“It’s a way of staying alive,” Ms. Karmen replied bluntly.
“I—I don’t care!” I stammered. “I’m never going back there! Never!”
“This is tragic. Tragic!” Ms. Karmen cried. “I’ll give your case some thought
tonight, Gary. I promise. Maybe I can come up with a way of getting your body
away from Dirk.”
She crossed the room and opened the office door. “I’m so upset. So upset,”
she murmured. Then she disappeared out the door, slamming it behind her.
Trembling with anger at Dirk Davis, I hopped down to the desk. “Hey, wait!” I
called after her. “You’ve locked me in!”
Ms. Karmen was so upset, she forgot about me!
I rose up into the air and started after her. But, then, I happened to glance
back down at her desk. Dirk Davis’ questionnaire was right on top of a pile of
papers. His address was next to his name. He lived at 203 Eastwood Avenue.
Eastwood Avenue was near the computer store, so I knew where it was. “Maybe
the old Dirk Davis will know how to get my body back!” I told myself.
It was worth a try. I ducked through the slot in the glass and flew around
the waiting room.
No exit. No open window. No crack in the door.
Once again, I was trapped.
Frantically, I buzzed all around the waiting room. Then I went back through
the slot in the glass. I checked out the whole equipment room. Every window was
closed tight.
I flew past a calendar and happened to see the date. “Oh, no!” I cried. “It’s
Friday! It’s the weekend. Ms. Karmen might not come back to work for two whole
days.”
In two days, I realized, I would starve to death!
I had to get out! I went over to the far wall and noticed another door
I hadn’t seen before. I zipped through it.
The room turned out to be a tiny bathroom. With one small window. Which was
open just a crack. It was all I needed.
“Hurray!” I yelled. I shot out through the window and sailed into the open
air. Then I turned right and headed for Eastwood Avenue. Luckily, it wasn’t very
far away. All this flying around was really beginning to wear me out.
I found Dirk Davis’ house without any trouble. When I got there, I saw
“Dirk” himself—or whoever he was now—standing in the front yard. I recognized him from the
picture I’d seen in the Person-to-Person album.
“Hey!” I yelled to him. “Hey, er… Dirk!”
The tall, good-looking boy turned around and stared at me. His mouth moved,
and it looked as if he was saying something.
But I couldn’t understand any words. All I heard was a humming sound.
“I’m Gary Lutz!” I cried in my little voice. “Can you help me get Dirk Davis
out of my body?”
The boy stared at me. Then he grinned.
I was confused. What was he grinning about?
“Hey, you can hear me!” I cried.
Now “Dirk” motioned with his hand.
“You want me to follow you?” I asked. I felt excited.
22
“WHAT?” I screamed, hopping up and down angrily on the microphone.
“Just what I said,” Ms. Karmen said. “Dirk Davis wants to keep your body for
the rest of his life.”
“But he can’t do that, can he?”
“It is very upsetting,” she replied, biting her lower lip. “It wasn’t what he
said in our original agreement. But if he refuses to get out of your body and
your life, there’s really nothing I can do.”
Ms. Karmen gazed down at me sympathetically. “I’m so sorry about this, Gary,”
she said softly. “I guess I’ll have to be more careful in the future.”
“What about my future? What am I supposed to do now?” I wailed.
Ms. Karmen shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe you could go back, wait in the hive—and maybe Dirk Davis will change his mind.”
“Back to the hive?!” My antennas stood straight on end, quivering with
rage. “Do you have any idea what it’s like in there? Cramped together with those
hairy bees in the darkness? Listening to that deafening buzz day and night?”
“It’s a way of staying alive,” Ms. Karmen replied bluntly.
“I—I don’t care!” I stammered. “I’m never going back there! Never!”
“This is tragic. Tragic!” Ms. Karmen cried. “I’ll give your case some thought
tonight, Gary. I promise. Maybe I can come up with a way of getting your body
away from Dirk.”
She crossed the room and opened the office door. “I’m so upset. So upset,”
she murmured. Then she disappeared out the door, slamming it behind her.
Trembling with anger at Dirk Davis, I hopped down to the desk. “Hey, wait!” I
called after her. “You’ve locked me in!”
Ms. Karmen was so upset, she forgot about me!
I rose up into the air and started after her. But, then, I happened to glance
back down at her desk. Dirk Davis’ questionnaire was right on top of a pile of
papers. His address was next to his name. He lived at 203 Eastwood Avenue.
Eastwood Avenue was near the computer store, so I knew where it was. “Maybe
the old Dirk Davis will know how to get my body back!” I told myself.
It was worth a try. I ducked through the slot in the glass and flew around
the waiting room.
No exit. No open window. No crack in the door.
Once again, I was trapped.
Frantically, I buzzed all around the waiting room. Then I went back through
the slot in the glass. I checked out the whole equipment room. Every window was
closed tight.
I flew past a calendar and happened to see the date. “Oh, no!” I cried. “It’s
Friday! It’s the weekend. Ms. Karmen might not come back to work for two whole
days.”
In two days, I realized, I would starve to death!
I had to get out! I went over to the far wall and noticed another door
I hadn’t seen before. I zipped through it.
The room turned out to be a tiny bathroom. With one small window. Which was
open just a crack. It was all I needed.
“Hurray!” I yelled. I shot out through the window and sailed into the open
air. Then I turned right and headed for Eastwood Avenue. Luckily, it wasn’t very
far away. All this flying around was really beginning to wear me out.
I found Dirk Davis’ house without any trouble. When I got there, I saw
“Dirk” himself—or whoever he was now—standing in the front yard. I recognized him from the
picture I’d seen in the Person-to-Person album.
“Hey!” I yelled to him. “Hey, er… Dirk!”
The tall, good-looking boy turned around and stared at me. His mouth moved,
and it looked as if he was saying something.
But I couldn’t understand any words. All I heard was a humming sound.
“I’m Gary Lutz!” I cried in my little voice. “Can you help me get Dirk Davis
out of my body?”
The boy stared at me. Then he grinned.
I was confused. What was he grinning about?
“Hey, you can hear me!” I cried.
Now “Dirk” motioned with his hand.
“You want me to follow you?” I asked. I felt excited.
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