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air, and then—
poof!
—disappeared. Alyssa chewed noisily to show us where it had gone.
Jane shrieked and clapped, jumping up and down.
Alyssa grabbed fistfuls of popcorn andpunched the air a few times before making them burst apart like fireworks and scatter onto the floor.
“That is pretty cool!” I had to admit. Suddenly I wished I were invisible, too. I wanted to do tricks and run the show. “Alyssa! How about I pretend to be making it happen! Like a wizard.”
I put on a trance face and deepened my voice. “Lowly Popcorn!” I growled. “I Command you to come Hither unto the Teeth of Doom!” I snapped my jaws. A single kernel trembled forward and ended its life in my mouth. Another piece followed slowly.
“Make it go the other way,” suggested Jane. She was rocking back and forth with excitement.
“Think you can catch, Alyssa?”
“I’ll try.”
I threw the kernel into the air, and it hit the ground.
“I missed. Do it again.”
This time I tossed higher but softer. On its downward plunge, the popcorn vanished—
poof!
—into thin air. We all applauded, and Itried throwing another. And then another. We kept throwing and laughing, and the thought flitted through my head that I was having fun. With Alyssa.
The phone rang.
I grabbed it. “Jody?”
“No, dear. This is Patsy Morgan, Alyssa’s mother.”
16 • Phone Frenzy
O h,” I choked. “Hello, Ms. Morgan.”
“Who’s on the phone?” called my mother.
“It’s for me, Mom!” I shouted, my palm over the receiver.
“Alyssa!” I hissed. “Where are you? It’s your mother!”
A flurry of popcorn fell to the ground.
“What do I do?” she whispered.
“Talk to her, I guess.”
Alyssa took the receiver, and it hung in midair, dancing a little. I began praying that mymother’s book was a really good one, with really long chapters.
“Hello? Oh, hi, Mom. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, that’s fine. See you.” The receiver clattered back into place.
“What did she want?” I asked.
“If she wanted you to know, I guess she would have told you.”
The phone rang again. The receiver jumped into the air and dangled there by itself. Alyssa had answered our phone!
“Hello?” we heard her say.
“Who’s on the phone?” called my mother.
“It’s for me, Mom!” I shouted. “Who is it?” I asked Alyssa.
“Oh, hello, J. P.” Alyssa practically whinnied. “No, this isn’t Billie. Can you guess who it is?”
Jean-Pierre? Phoning me? Hubert’s the only boy who’d ever called me before.
“Alyssa! Give me that!”
But she was too busy gurgling.
“You got it in one! I’m flattered! What do you want to talk to Billie about?”
“Alyssa!
Give
me the phone!”
“She’s busy right now. She wants me to take a message.”
“I do not! Let me speak to him!” I lunged in her direction, but she must have ducked sideways. The receiver dipped to the floor, and I grabbed air before crashing into the refrigerator.
“Teasing is not nice, Alyssa,” said Jane, crossing her arms across her chest. “You should let Billie talk.”
“Okay, I’ll tell her.” Alyssa giggled. The telephone was making an orbit around Jane.
The telephone’s cradle sits on the counter. I reached over and clicked the button a couple of times.
“Oops!” said Alyssa. “Gotta go!” She slammed down the phone.
“What did he say?” I asked, hoping I was threatening the right corner of the room. “You better tell me every word he—”
“Kids!”
We froze. My mother was suddenly in the kitchen with us, making things very crowded. She took in the litter of popcorn kernels and Harry’s trail of pizza slime on the floor.
“I thought the plan was to clean up the mess, not mess up the clean.”
“We’re sorry, Mommy,” said Jane in her sweetest little voice.
“It was my fault,” I said. “We got goofy. I’ll finish the job, I promise.”
“Well, okay,” she said. “But you better get moving or it’ll be too late to start a video.
poof!
—disappeared. Alyssa chewed noisily to show us where it had gone.
Jane shrieked and clapped, jumping up and down.
Alyssa grabbed fistfuls of popcorn andpunched the air a few times before making them burst apart like fireworks and scatter onto the floor.
“That is pretty cool!” I had to admit. Suddenly I wished I were invisible, too. I wanted to do tricks and run the show. “Alyssa! How about I pretend to be making it happen! Like a wizard.”
I put on a trance face and deepened my voice. “Lowly Popcorn!” I growled. “I Command you to come Hither unto the Teeth of Doom!” I snapped my jaws. A single kernel trembled forward and ended its life in my mouth. Another piece followed slowly.
“Make it go the other way,” suggested Jane. She was rocking back and forth with excitement.
“Think you can catch, Alyssa?”
“I’ll try.”
I threw the kernel into the air, and it hit the ground.
“I missed. Do it again.”
This time I tossed higher but softer. On its downward plunge, the popcorn vanished—
poof!
—into thin air. We all applauded, and Itried throwing another. And then another. We kept throwing and laughing, and the thought flitted through my head that I was having fun. With Alyssa.
The phone rang.
I grabbed it. “Jody?”
“No, dear. This is Patsy Morgan, Alyssa’s mother.”
16 • Phone Frenzy
O h,” I choked. “Hello, Ms. Morgan.”
“Who’s on the phone?” called my mother.
“It’s for me, Mom!” I shouted, my palm over the receiver.
“Alyssa!” I hissed. “Where are you? It’s your mother!”
A flurry of popcorn fell to the ground.
“What do I do?” she whispered.
“Talk to her, I guess.”
Alyssa took the receiver, and it hung in midair, dancing a little. I began praying that mymother’s book was a really good one, with really long chapters.
“Hello? Oh, hi, Mom. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Okay, that’s fine. See you.” The receiver clattered back into place.
“What did she want?” I asked.
“If she wanted you to know, I guess she would have told you.”
The phone rang again. The receiver jumped into the air and dangled there by itself. Alyssa had answered our phone!
“Hello?” we heard her say.
“Who’s on the phone?” called my mother.
“It’s for me, Mom!” I shouted. “Who is it?” I asked Alyssa.
“Oh, hello, J. P.” Alyssa practically whinnied. “No, this isn’t Billie. Can you guess who it is?”
Jean-Pierre? Phoning me? Hubert’s the only boy who’d ever called me before.
“Alyssa! Give me that!”
But she was too busy gurgling.
“You got it in one! I’m flattered! What do you want to talk to Billie about?”
“Alyssa!
Give
me the phone!”
“She’s busy right now. She wants me to take a message.”
“I do not! Let me speak to him!” I lunged in her direction, but she must have ducked sideways. The receiver dipped to the floor, and I grabbed air before crashing into the refrigerator.
“Teasing is not nice, Alyssa,” said Jane, crossing her arms across her chest. “You should let Billie talk.”
“Okay, I’ll tell her.” Alyssa giggled. The telephone was making an orbit around Jane.
The telephone’s cradle sits on the counter. I reached over and clicked the button a couple of times.
“Oops!” said Alyssa. “Gotta go!” She slammed down the phone.
“What did he say?” I asked, hoping I was threatening the right corner of the room. “You better tell me every word he—”
“Kids!”
We froze. My mother was suddenly in the kitchen with us, making things very crowded. She took in the litter of popcorn kernels and Harry’s trail of pizza slime on the floor.
“I thought the plan was to clean up the mess, not mess up the clean.”
“We’re sorry, Mommy,” said Jane in her sweetest little voice.
“It was my fault,” I said. “We got goofy. I’ll finish the job, I promise.”
“Well, okay,” she said. “But you better get moving or it’ll be too late to start a video.
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