terribly upset about them being out so late and wandering so far from home, and they didnât even know about the near-disasters on the ice and the train bridge. Margaret stood in the kitchen, which was steamy with the smell of soup that had been boiling for hours, and said that was it, theyâd never be allowed out of the house on their own again.
Horace said he was going to give them each a hiding theyâd never forget. He went to the cupboard and took out the warped ruler that he used in such times.
âI stole this ruler when I was in grade three,â Horace said. He whacked it against his thigh and all three boys jumped. Margaret stood against the counter and didnât look as if she might be inclined to save her sons.
Horace held the ruler up for all of them to see. âWhat shape is it, Owen?â he asked.
âItâs w-w-warped, sir,â Owen said.
âAnd what does that remind me of?â
Owenâs lips were trembling badly. But he managed to say, âOf your own mistakes, sir! And how you have to stay straight! And it hurts you much more than it hurts us, sir, to have to beat us, but if you spare the bod you spoil the child, sir!â
âRod,â Andy said.
âSpoil the rod!â Owen cried out.
âSpare the rod!â Andy said.
âSpare the child, spoil the rod!â Owen blurted.
âQuiet!â Horace said in his largest voice. Then he hit himself again on the thigh with the ruler.
There was a loud
crack
and half the ruler ï¬ew over the boysâ heads and into the soup pot behind them.
Owen couldnât help it. He turned and looked at the soup pot and started to laugh.
âShhhhh!â
Horace said. âIt isnât funny!â Margaret went over to the pot and ï¬shed out the broken piece and said, âSpoil the rod!â
Then they were all laughing. Owen felt it jiggling his skin. He felt like a water balloon inside. He couldnât stand up anymore. He collapsed on the cold kitchen linoleum and wobbled and gurgled with laughter and kicked out his legs in feeble spasms. Soon it was Owen who was so funny, and even Horace started snorting and wheezing and leaning against the wall in limp exhaustion.
Thatâs when Uncle Lorne came into the kitchen and said, âBy the way, Lorraine and me are getting married.â
âWhoâs Lorraine?â Owen cried out, and it was minutes before any of them could speak again, they were howling drunk with laughter.
âThatâs⦠thatâs⦠Mrs. Foster,â Lorne managed to say, and then they all screamed even more.
But it was true. Lorne had somehow screwed up the courage to ask her, and Mrs. Foster â Lorraine â had accepted. Not only did it make everything better instantly, but in the weeks that followed, the good news blew like a warm wind and chased out winter early.
Unfortunately, the closer they got to the June wedding, the more often Eleanor and Sadie came to visit with their mother. Margaret was sewing Lorraineâs dress, and it was taking forever. They would spend hours in the back room where Margaret kept her fabric and her sewing machine. Sadie grew mushier and mushier around Owen until it was almost unbearable, especially when Andy and Leonard ran around yelling, âOwen and Sadie are getting married!â
One day Owen couldnât stand it anymore. He ran away from all of them and went into the backyard, where he climbed the apple tree and began ï¬ying solo combat missions over the English Channel. But even there he wasnât safe. Within minutes his mother was standing under the tree telling him he had to come down and play with Eleanor and Sadie.
âWhy?â he asked.
âBecause theyâre your guests!â Margaret said.
Owen wanted to say that he hadnât invited them. He wanted to say that Sadie made him feel like he was buried to his neck in sand with ï¬re ants up his pants. He wanted to say
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