Wrinkle Queen for a teacher. Must have been a barrel of fun. âFire away,â I say. She looks at me oddly and gives her head a little shake. The rooms at the lodge always have their heatjacked up so itâs like youâre in a jungle. The Wrinkle Queen is looking totally wilted. âDear Mr. Muss...â âMussbacher.â âMussbacher...â âI think I can figure it out,â I say. âIâll just take some parts from the other letters.â When she nods her head, I stow my binder in my backpack and check the calendar again. I have three exams next week but thereâs one study day. âI can drop by on Thursday and you can see how the letters turned out.â Maybe sheâs gone to sleep. Iâm ready to tiptoe out when she rears her head and says, âHowâs the driving coming?â âIâve had four lessons. Only killed one garbage can so far.â But sheâs got her eyes closed and sheâs muttering away again as I head out into the hall. Actually, Herbâs not a bad teacher. Very patient. Obviously not from the same school that trained the Wrinkle Queen. We have a lesson tonight. Herb laughs at how fast I clear away the supper dishes. Iâve made it part of my proactive thing, and Shirl acts like sheâs died and gone to heaven when she sits down and has another cup oftea and watches one of the Oprah shows sheâs taped because it always comes on while sheâs getting home from the daycare. The one tonight is on makeovers, and I canât help bobbing back and forth between the kitchen and the living room to see how Oprahâs specialists change a dowdy-looking middle-aged lady with gray hair down to her waist and another woman whoâs overweight and goes around in sweats all the time. Quite amazing, and it wouldnât hurt for Shirl to take a few notes. âOh, my,â she sighs when they come out at the end of the program. âYou can hardly believe itâs the same people.â âSo, Tam ââ Herbâs given the gremlins their baths and got them into pajamas. âReady for the garbage can derby?â He winks at me. Tonight weâre practicing parallel parking. Herb takes the wheel first. He must remember all the stuff he used to say when he was a part-time driving instructor. âPull up beside the vehicle just ahead â and you want to be pretty close. Not so close youâre gonna scrape the door handle, but almost, and when youâve got the nose of the car just about to where the parked carâs windshield is, then...â He shows me on three vehicles. And then itâs my turn. âGood. Right turn arrow on. Now put it in reverse and turn the steering wheel...â This is scary. It would be so easy to connect with the other car. And if you do, does that mean they take away your learnerâs permit? âDonât tense up,â Herb is saying. âJust take it slow and easy. Thatâs it...now straighten the wheels out.â He makes me do two more. When I finish the last one, I lean my head against the steering wheel. Why does everything have to be so hard? I feel Herbâs hand squeeze my shoulder. âYou did good,â he says. âJust fine.â Now I am crying. Donât be nice to me, Herb. In a few weeks Iâm going to be papering your mailbox with letter-perfect lies and running away to the edge of the world with the Wicked Witch of the West.
12 Byron and I are sitting together in the Triple S cafeteria. Heâs speechless. He holds the vacation package in his hand and keeps looking at it, ignoring the candle that the cafeteria chef has lit on the pink-frosted cupcake. âHappy Birthday!â I say, raising my glass of cranberry juice. âBut itâs not for a month yet.â âI want you to be on the beach at Puerto Galera on your real birthday.â I try to look him in the eye but, like his