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Donaldson in a couple of years.”
I wasn’t listening. Soon we’d we safely inside.
“Bye, Dad.” I opened the door for Hubert. So far, so good.
“Did you bring the gum?” I asked him in a low voice. “Let’s go, right now. We still have time. We can do it in the cafeteria bathroom. No one’s down there in the morning.”
“Billie,” said Hubert. Something was wrong.
“What?”
“There’s a problem. They rescheduled the medieval pageant. We’re doing it now, for the whole Lower School, now, this morning, in the auditorium, instead of this afternoon, because the radiators are having emergency surgery at two o’clock.”
“Oh, sh-sh-shoelace!” I yelped. “How could this happen to us?”
“Mr. D. is getting everybody into their costumes right now.”
We grumbled our way to join the rest of the class, with Harry’s baby snores coming out of my pack. He was getting used to riding around on my back, and usually nodded off after a few minutes of real motion.
“He hasn’t eaten, except dog biscuits, since we were at your house. I haven’t had a chance to feed him the last can of food. Oh, and Jane knows about him.”
“Oh, great!” said Hubert. “The large-mouth bass!”
That’s why I like Hubert. He understands about siblings without even having one. Upstairs was chaos.
Our classroom was the girls’ changing room, and the other sixth grade across the hall was for the boys.
Over in the corner, next to the fish tank, I fluffed my jacket into a cushion and settled the sleeping Harry.
My costume was supposed to look like a minstrel sort of a person. I had blue leggingsand a green tunic and a pretend lute that I’d made in shop.
Suddenly there was a mass squeal. I spun around to see my father’s face grinning into the room.
“Dad!” I screamed. “This is the changing room! We’re getting ready for the pageant! Get out!”
“Ooops!” he said, chuckling as he closed the door.
I was burning with embarrassment. Nobody else’s father would do such a thing.
“Hmmm,” murmured Alyssa for the general audience. “Billie’s father is a Peeping Tom.”
“Oh, shut up, Alyssa!” I hissed. She always found the very worst thing to say.
I could see my dad through the door window, hugging Mr. Donaldson in one of those men’s back-slapping hugs. Maybe they’d been friends, back when my parents were still married. I’d never thought about that part, about how my dad was separated from hiswhole old life, as well as his wife and children.
I had most of my costume on. Harry was still asleep. I slipped into the hall to hear what was happening. And just at that minute, Jane showed up, too, waving and chattering.
“Hello, there,” said Mr. Donaldson in his jovial way. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the auditorium?”
“Katie’s saving me a seat in the front row,” said Jane. “But I’m supposed to tell you, everybody’s waiting.”
“You’re staying to watch this, aren’t you, Alex?” Mr. D. asked my dad.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said my father, acting like he’d been up all night on the ticket line. He winked at me and went down to find a seat, followed by most of the sixth grade, clinking their chain mail and waving banners. The stragglers were just coming out of the classroom.
“You look pretty, Billie,” said Jane, following me as I looked for my hood and cowl. “Butwhat are you going to do with the puppy while the pageant is going on? Can I hold him?”
Of course, Alyssa had to be the one to overhear.
“What are you talking about, you little weirdo?” she asked. “You don’t have a puppy.”
Across the room, I could see the indentations in my jacket shifting as Harry woke up and stretched his legs.
“Yeah, well, we do have a puppy,” I retorted. “He just happens to be invisible.”
19 • Double-Dose Revenge
J ane stared at me in surprise, but Alyssa just snorted. It was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“You are such a
I wasn’t listening. Soon we’d we safely inside.
“Bye, Dad.” I opened the door for Hubert. So far, so good.
“Did you bring the gum?” I asked him in a low voice. “Let’s go, right now. We still have time. We can do it in the cafeteria bathroom. No one’s down there in the morning.”
“Billie,” said Hubert. Something was wrong.
“What?”
“There’s a problem. They rescheduled the medieval pageant. We’re doing it now, for the whole Lower School, now, this morning, in the auditorium, instead of this afternoon, because the radiators are having emergency surgery at two o’clock.”
“Oh, sh-sh-shoelace!” I yelped. “How could this happen to us?”
“Mr. D. is getting everybody into their costumes right now.”
We grumbled our way to join the rest of the class, with Harry’s baby snores coming out of my pack. He was getting used to riding around on my back, and usually nodded off after a few minutes of real motion.
“He hasn’t eaten, except dog biscuits, since we were at your house. I haven’t had a chance to feed him the last can of food. Oh, and Jane knows about him.”
“Oh, great!” said Hubert. “The large-mouth bass!”
That’s why I like Hubert. He understands about siblings without even having one. Upstairs was chaos.
Our classroom was the girls’ changing room, and the other sixth grade across the hall was for the boys.
Over in the corner, next to the fish tank, I fluffed my jacket into a cushion and settled the sleeping Harry.
My costume was supposed to look like a minstrel sort of a person. I had blue leggingsand a green tunic and a pretend lute that I’d made in shop.
Suddenly there was a mass squeal. I spun around to see my father’s face grinning into the room.
“Dad!” I screamed. “This is the changing room! We’re getting ready for the pageant! Get out!”
“Ooops!” he said, chuckling as he closed the door.
I was burning with embarrassment. Nobody else’s father would do such a thing.
“Hmmm,” murmured Alyssa for the general audience. “Billie’s father is a Peeping Tom.”
“Oh, shut up, Alyssa!” I hissed. She always found the very worst thing to say.
I could see my dad through the door window, hugging Mr. Donaldson in one of those men’s back-slapping hugs. Maybe they’d been friends, back when my parents were still married. I’d never thought about that part, about how my dad was separated from hiswhole old life, as well as his wife and children.
I had most of my costume on. Harry was still asleep. I slipped into the hall to hear what was happening. And just at that minute, Jane showed up, too, waving and chattering.
“Hello, there,” said Mr. Donaldson in his jovial way. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the auditorium?”
“Katie’s saving me a seat in the front row,” said Jane. “But I’m supposed to tell you, everybody’s waiting.”
“You’re staying to watch this, aren’t you, Alex?” Mr. D. asked my dad.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said my father, acting like he’d been up all night on the ticket line. He winked at me and went down to find a seat, followed by most of the sixth grade, clinking their chain mail and waving banners. The stragglers were just coming out of the classroom.
“You look pretty, Billie,” said Jane, following me as I looked for my hood and cowl. “Butwhat are you going to do with the puppy while the pageant is going on? Can I hold him?”
Of course, Alyssa had to be the one to overhear.
“What are you talking about, you little weirdo?” she asked. “You don’t have a puppy.”
Across the room, I could see the indentations in my jacket shifting as Harry woke up and stretched his legs.
“Yeah, well, we do have a puppy,” I retorted. “He just happens to be invisible.”
19 • Double-Dose Revenge
J ane stared at me in surprise, but Alyssa just snorted. It was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.
“You are such a
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