day-old doughnut Gran bought at the bakery for half price, Paul settled himself down with a copy of National Geographic . The telephone rang, and when he answered, Bess Tuttleâs voice cried, âYouâll never guess whoâs here!â
âWho?â Paul said, and she answered, after a dramatic pause, âGordon.â She handed him the name as if it were a bunch of roses. âHe got here a day early, and Iâm on my way over right now so you two can get to know each other.â
âIâm alone,â Paul said stupidly. âGran isnât here. I donât know where she is.â
âSheâs gone to the foot doctor,â Mrs. Tuttle said briskly. âShe usually walks home down Chatsworth Avenue. Iâll hop in the car and pick her up.â
Gran walked everywhere, from one side of town to the other, in fair weather or foul, just like a mailman. She had never learned to drive and saw no reason to. âIâm in better shape than most women half my age,â she was quick to say. âAll that walking and my cigarette holder are responsible, that I know.â
Paul hung up and sat doing nothing. If he took a shower he wouldnât be able to hear when they arrived. He didnât usually take a shower in the middle of the afternoon, but there could always be a first time.
But Gran came in the back door. âThere you are,â she said, taking off her hat. âTruesdale just cut a corn off my foot, and I walked all the way home. That man is a miracle worker, let me tell you.â
âGordonâs here and Mrs. Tuttleâs in the car looking for you on Chatsworth to bring you home,â Paul said. âHe got here a day early and she just called up.â He turned despairing eyes to his grandmother.
âWell,â she said, refusing to meet his gaze, âIâll just whip up some lemonade.â
A car pulled up in front of the house. âShe mustâve been doing seventy-five all the way,â Paul said.
âEither that or she called from the pay phone on the corner,â Gran said smiling.
âWeâre in the kitchen, Bess,â Gran called as she heard them at the front door. âCome on in.â
âWell,â said Mrs. Tuttle, âhere we are.â
Gran said, âI thought Paul said Gordon was with you.â
âHe is.â Mrs. Tuttle moved aside and revealed a boy with red hair, eyes like twin raisins, and more freckles than he had room for.
He looked as if heâd been hiding behind her. Paul was pleased to see Gordon wasnât much taller than he was. Mrs. Tuttle started to put her arm around Gordon. He dodged and said, âHey,â without looking at either Gran or Paul. Mrs. Tuttle mouthed âshyâ at them and looked embarrassed.
âNice to meet you, Gordon,â Gran said. âYour grandmother has told us about you.â
âYeah,â Gordon said, raising his eyes briefly, âI know.â
There was a silence into which Gran tossed the promise of lemonade. Then, arming each with a full glass, she suggested, âWhy donât you turn on the TV?â Paulâs mouth dropped open in surprise. TV in broad daylight? Gran must be flipping. Only once when heâd had a bad case of bronchitis and had stayed out of school a whole week had she let him watch TV in the daytime.
âLetâs go outside,â Gordon said. âO.K.,â Paul agreed, and under the heavy weight of Mrs. Tuttleâs smile, the two boys took their glasses out to the front steps, where they sat and stared at the ground.
âI thought you were coming tomorrow,â Paul said finally.
âI was, but my mother and father decided to leave today, and they dropped me on their way. Three days with my grandmother. I donât know if I can hack it,â Gordon said.
âWhy, donât you like her?â Paul asked. He almost added âeitherâ but he was too tactful. It was
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