one thing for Gordon to say he didnât like his own grandmother, but he might not like it if Paul agreed with him.
âAw, you know. Sheâs always at me. She talks about me like I was some kind of genius or something.â
Paul started to laugh. He took a long swallow of lemonade and almost choked. Gordon thumped him on the back and after a few agonizing moments, Paul got his breath back.
âWhatâs so funny?â Gordon asked.
âNothing. She said you were a tennis champ. Is that right?â
Gordon shrugged. âWhy not? Iâve had lessons since I was five. Iâve had so many lessons I got âem coming out my eyeballs. Iâd have to be a real zero not to be pretty good. Itâs important to my parents, you know. That I be first, I mean.â
They sat in silence. Paul clinked the ice around the sides of his empty glass.
âShe says you get all Aâs.â Paul asked offhandedly, âIs that right?â
Again Gordon shrugged. âSure. I go to a private school with only fifteen guys in my class. They really keep an eye on you, and when the old Bâs start, they call in the tutor. Itâs not much of a sweat.â
âI guess not.â Paul felt quite friendly toward Gordon.
âHow do you get to school? I mean, do you walk or take a bus or what?â Gordon asked.
âI walk. Itâs only about a half mile.â
âMaybe Iâll walk with you tomorrow. I donât have any thing else to do.â
âYou have to be here at eight fifteen. Thatâs when I leave.â
Paul stood at the window and watched Mrs. Tuttle back her car out the driveway. It took her about a half hour to maneuver the huge shining vehicle into its going-home position. âShe has more car than brains,â Paul remembered Gran saying once about somebody. Maybe she had Mrs. Tuttle in mind.
âWell?â Gran said.
âWell what?â Paul asked.
âHowâd you like him?â Gran demanded.
âHeâs O.K.â Paul started setting the table. âHeâs going to walk to school with me tomorrow. He doesnât have anything else to do. He says he canât hack his grandmother. She brags about him and that gets him embarrassed.â Paul looked at her. âThatâs one thing, Gran. You donât have anything to brag about me to your friends.â
âThatâs all you know.â Gran sniffed. âFork goes on the left, not the right. I expected him to be a big boy. Heâs not much bigger ân you.â
âNo,â Paul said. âHe says his mother and father want him to be first in things. Itâs important to them.â
âThat must be quite a strain,â Gran said without expression.
âI guess,â said Paul.
13
âHey, youâre early,â Paul said when he came down to breakfast in the morning and found Gordon waiting, his face pushed against the glass in the kitchen door. âItâs only ten to eight.â
âAsk him in,â Gran directed. She made French toast and cocoa for breakfast and a tuna fish sandwich for Paulâs lunch. Up until a couple of weeks ago, sheâd made next dayâs lunch the night before. âThey get soggy,â Paul had protested more than once. âYou try eating it.â
âYouâre right, it is soggy,â Gran had said, making a face after she took a bite. That was the last time sheâd made the sandwich ahead of time.
âOn the way over,â Gordon said with his mouth full, âI saw a pileated woodpecker. I bet you donât see too many of them around here.â
âWhatâs a pileated woodpecker?â Paul asked.
âItâs a special kind with a big red crest on its head,â Gordon explained. âVery rare. In my bird book, it says theyâre mostly found in the east and northeast. Iâm going to be an ornithologist when I get out of college, I guess.â
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