my white school shirt. Doesnât she know that talking to Roland like that is only going to make him meaner?
âCome on, Tammy,â I say. âLetâs go.â
I flinch when I feel Rolandâs hand on my shoulder. Rolandâs teased me before, but this is the first time heâs laid a hand on me. We both know Iâll go down like a leaf if he hits me. Roland sneers again. The sneer is like a shadow crossing his face. âYou wuss,â he says, and now I hear the sneer in his voice too. âYou need a girl to fight your battles.â
âNo, I donât,â I say, but my voice breaks.
Roland thinks thatâs funny.
I know I have to hit him. Itâs what Dad told me to do. âGive him one chop in the stomach and let him know youâre tough,â heâd said when he was in Montreal at Christmas and weâd gone out for burgers. I hadnât meant to tell Dad about Roland, but the story just spilled out.
I make a fist. Because Roland is so much taller than me, Iâll have to reach up to hit him in the belly. Then Roland says something else.
âHow come you donât have a dad?â
The question takes me by surprise. I drop my hand back to my side. âI do too have a dad.â
âMaybe thatâs why he needs a girl to fight his battles,â Eddie says.
Trevor laughs. But itâs Roland who grabs the dog mask out of my hand. I make another fist, a tighter one. Iâm aiming for Rolandâs belly when a weird thing happens.
Itâs not Roland anymore. I know, because heâs not wearing his Habs cap. Heâs wearing a red nassak . And the hair sticking out from under it isnât dark and curly, like Rolandâs. This hair is dark, but very, very straight.
Iâm looking into Lenny Etokâs eyes. Whatâs he doing in Montreal? Lenny grabs the mask from my hand and tosses it on the ground, laughing. Then he stomps on it. The papier-mâché breaks into a hundred pieces.
When I try to hit him, Lenny moves away, and I miss his belly altogether.
âStop it! Donât fight!â a girlâs voice cries out. Now Iâm even more confused. Itâs Geraldine Snowflake, not Tammy Akerman. And there are dogs too. Lots of them. Inuit sled dogs. Jumping into the air, barking and biting at my ankles. Tarksalik is there too. Only sheâs not jumping or barking or biting at my ankles. Sheâs cryingâhuman tears. This isnât making any sense; dogs donât cry. Or do they?
âLeave me alone!â I shout, but the dogs pay no attention.
âStop it! Stop it right now!â Geraldine says. I canât tell who sheâs talking to. Me and Lenny, or the dogs? Thatâs when
I notice there is a breast growing out of Geraldineâs cheek. The nipple is brown and hairy. Though itâs the grossest thing Iâve ever seen, I canât stop looking at it.
Tarksalik begins to howl.
âIâm sorry!â I tell her.
Tarksalik canât hear me over the sound of her own howling, so I say it even louder. âIâm sorry!â
The sound of my own voice wakes me up. Itâs so cold in here. Where am I, anyhow? In Montreal? No, that doesnât make any sense. Oh, yeah. Iâm at Dadâs house in George River. I mustâve kicked off the covers in my sleep, and now I pull them up over me. There, thatâs better.
The red numbers on the clock radio next to me read 3:15 . That was one weird dream, I think, as I try to fall back to sleep. Dogs donât cry like that. And girls donât have breasts growing out of their cheeks.
TEN
B y the time the alarm on the clock radio goes off at seven in the morning, I can hardly remember the dream. Only that it was weird, and that Roland Ipkins morphed into Lenny Etok. Wasnât there something about a dog too? When I try to reach back into my mind to remember more, the whole thing disappears. No big deal, I tell myself, it was
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