eye patch.
But what I saw outside the window that day was nothing like what I had seen in my mind. There wasnât one single sign. None. Nowhere. I tried to swallow my disappointment and tell myself to be patient. The signs would be up after school, for sure.
âYâall go straight on back to the car after school, okay?â Mama said, pulling over to the curb.
âWe will,â I said.
âAnd stay there, Georgina.â
âWe will.â
âAnd help Toby with his homework.â
I nodded and watched her drive away, then I grabbed Tobyâs arm.
âDid you see any signs?â I said.
âNope.â
âDern.â I stamped my foot.
âMaybe that lady doesnât care about Willy,â Toby said.
I shook my head. âNo way. She cares,â I said. âWho wouldnât care about a dog like that?â
Toby shrugged. âMaybe she hasnât got any money,â he said.
âShe owns that whole street, Toby,â I said.
A school bus had pulled up and kids came pouring out and rushing toward the front door of the school. Me and Toby pushed our way through and went inside.
âListen,â I said. âMeet me at the flagpole after school. We got to take that food over to Willy. Then we can look for the reward signs. I bet theyâll be up by this afternoon.â
âMama said we had to stay in the car,â Toby said.
I rolled my eyes. âShe wonât even know what we do. Sheâll be in the coffee shop.â
I watched Toby walk away from me as he headed toward his class. His clothes were all wrinkled and his hair was long and tangled. He was sure a pitiful sight. I wondered if that was how I looked.
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When Mr. White asked me for the millionth time if I had given those letters to my parents, I lied again. I said I had, but Mama and Daddy were real busy working and all. I told him my daddy was going to call him any day now. Yeah, right, I thought. That was a good one.
I felt bad lying to Mr. White. He was the nicest teacher Iâd ever had. He didnât get mad when my science report had fried chicken grease on it. He hadnât said one word when I didnât have a costume for our play about the Boston Tea Party like all the other kids did. And he let me go to the nurseâs office, even when he knew I wasnât one bit sick.
But when he asked me about those letters, what else could I do but lie?
Luanne didnât hardly even talk to me all day. I was wearing the same clothes I had on yesterday, and I thought I saw her make a face when I walked into class that morning. I thought I saw Liza poke her at recess and point at me. I thought I heard my name every time I walked by kids giggling and whispering and all.
So who cares , I told myself. I didnât care about any of those kids anymore. Maybe not even Luanne. I found myself doing stuff I never would have done before we started living in a car. Stuff that I knew would make kids poke each other and laugh at me. Like, I took Melissa Gavinâs half-eaten granola bar out of the trash and put it in Willyâs food bag. And when Jake Samson called me a garbage picker, I just kept my mouth shut and went on back to my desk like I didnât care.
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After school I waited at the flagpole for Toby; then we headed off toward the old house to check on Willy. Toby
kept whining about how his backpack was too heavy and his feet hurt and all, but I ignored him.
I found a plastic margarine tub on the side of the road and wiped the dirt off of it with the edge of my shirt.
âWe can use this for Willyâs water bowl,â I said, tucking it into my backpack.
Toby kept saying, âSlow down,â as we made our way up the gravel road. He splashed right through the muddy puddles, not even caring that his shoes were getting soaked and his legs were covered with mud.
But I didnât slow down. I was dying to get to Willy. I needed to see him. I sure
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