calling up to complain.
âYouâve got to look at it this way,â Sam said, waving a banana at us, âsheâs got nothing else to do but complain. Sheâs paranoid.â
âO.K.,â I said, âyou just learned that. I can tell by the way you tossed it into the conversation that you never heard that word before. Whatâs it mean?â
Sam grinned. âI thought youâd never ask,â he said. âIt means she thinks the worldâs out to get her. She has delusions of persecution.â
Joss said, âWhen you start talking like that, Iâm leaving. Anyway, I have to walk Prince to dry him off.â
âIf I didnât hate her so much, Iâd feel sorry for her,â I said.
âYeah.â Sam ate the last cookie. âPeople used to say that about Hitler, too.â
For the rest of my life, if ever again Iâm totally happy, which is doubtful, or completely sure Iâm immortal, Iâll be afraid that something terrible is about to happen.
Because thatâs the way it was that last week with Joss.
Every morning was more beautiful than the one before. Joss was up and out riding Prince before I woke up. When she wasnât riding him, she was polishing his coat the same way she polished her boots. Prince gleamed. You could almost see your face in his side, he was so shiny.
We ate our breakfast sitting on the grass, with the mist still in little patches, making wet spots on the seats of our jeans.
Joss gave rides to all the kids who came around, even the little ones, as long as their mothers said it was all right. I held on to the bridle and Joss would hoist them up and sit with her arms around their waists.
âBoy, imagine the mint of money weâd make if we were charging your basic ten cents a ride,â I said. âYou might even make enough to rent Prince for another week.â
Jossâs eyes sparkled at the thought. âThe only trouble with that is,â she said, âIâd feel like such a rotten person, charging for rides.â
The only person she refused a ride to was Jim Schneider. He slouched over one day, his hands jammed into his pockets.
âHow about a ride on the old nag for a real expert?â he said.
âNo,â Joss said. âYouâre too big. Anyway, I only give rides to my friends.â
Jim Schneiderâs face got red and he swore at her. âLooks like heâs about to fall over in a heap, anyway,â he said. âHeâs probably got horse rot, through and through.â
âIâd say youâre about halfway gone with people rot right this minute,â I said.
Jim stomped off, using foul language to make himself feel better.
The admiration on Jossâs face was very pleasing to me. âYou really let him have it, Kate,â she said, hugging me. âI didnât think you had it in you.â
âNeither did I, to tell the truth,â I said.
Ellen Spicer rode her bike over. She had a bag full of cabbage leaves with holes in them for Prince. âMy mother had to peel half the cabbage away before she got to the good stuff,â she explained. Prince didnât mind. He chomped them up with enjoyment. We lay on the grass and talked about how the summer was shaping up.
âYou have a horse at least,â Ellen said mournfully. âIâve got this creepy little cousin coming to stay with me. Sheâs only nine. I heard my mother telling my father she was a young nine too. My mother says I have to be nice to her. What does she think Iâm going to doâthrow her down the stairs or something? She probably still plays with dolls. Sheâll also probably get homesick and my mother will make me give her the best piece of chicken and the biggest piece of cake.â
Ellen put her chin in her hands and felt sorry for herself. Joss went around with a huge shovel, scooping up Princeâs turds. She deposited them in a heap back of the
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