again at the end of the day. Thereâs still gunky collage glue all over my fingers, and Iâm trying to pick it off. âThank you for telling us about your famous Miss Vickers,â he says. âI call her Miss Stella,â I tell him. âBut youâre welcome.â Parveen is standing by the lockers, waiting to walk home with me. âAnd I hope your mother gets better soon,â says Mr. Howarth. He pats my arm and heads for the staff room. I look at the papers in my hand. It took forever to write my report in perfect calligraphy. I am going to save it for Mom to read, when she is up to it. Until then, I will keep it safe with the letter in the back of my special calligraphy book.
Parveen and I walk home together as far as the corner. Now that Bebe-ji knows Miss Stella has not actuallymet the Queen, maybe Parveen will not be able to come to my house again. I pull the key from around my neck and open the front door. My hand does not go to the intercom anymore unless I want it to. A little yellow stickie flaps from my door, so I head down the hallway to Miss Stellaâs apartment. Only three more days before Dad takes me to spend the summer at Grandpaâs. I wonder what the summer will be like now that Mom is almost well. What will it be like without Miss Stella? I know she will be here waiting for me on her jungly balcony when I come back. Meanwhile, we can write the most beautiful letters to each other. Word by word. One letter at a time. I will be super-concentrated as I write each one. But right now, I knock on the door of apartment 405 and waggle my fingers over the peephole so Miss Stella knows it is me.