convertibleâs backseat and flashed her most innocent smile. âThese. Weâre helping François distribute them for his breakfast tomorrow.â
Cricketâs gaze flitted from me to Margaret, then back to me. Her eyes stayed squinted, doubtful, but all she said was, âSounds like a plan.â And then she headed across the parking lot toward her car.
âCome on,â I said to Margaret. âLetâs go translate this planner.â
We made it to my house in ten minutes flat. The good news was that Henry and my parents werenât around, so no one was using the computer. The bad news was that Margaret and I wouldnât be using it either. Because it wouldnât turn on. I pressed the âonâ key at least fifty times. Nothing. Then I punched every single button on the keyboard. Still nothing.
âLetâs go to your house,â I said.
Margaret shook her head. âCanât. My momâs got company, and theyâll all be in the family room. Besides,she wonât allow me on it, anyway. Iâm restricted to half an hour in the evening.â
We sat on the sofa, listening to the tick, tick , tick of Momâs grandfather clock in the hallway. Pixie purred on my lap. After silently counting along for thirty-six straight ticks, I took the phone from its cradle. I had to call Gus, no matter how awkward it felt. Heâd been our partner from the very beginning, we needed him now, and it was my fault, not Margaretâs, he wasnât here. I never shouldâve said any of that to Angel. I shouldâve stuck up for Gus. Thatâs what a real friend would do.
I punched in the numbers, then put the phone to my ear.
Chapter 22
Translation = Suspicions Confirmed
I held tight to the receiver, my hands slick with sweat. Iâd almost rather have called Leonard Snout again.
One ring: My knee bounced up and down, up and down.
Two rings: The knot in my stomach felt tight and twisty, like a ball of rubber bands.
Three rings: Come on, Gus. Where are you?
He answered on the fourth.
âHi,â I said, trying to sound as bubbly and friendly as Margaret. âWhereâd you go today?â
âNowhere.â
Hmmâ¦this wasnât going so well. âYou want to hear what happened after you took off?â
Silence.
âUh, well, Margaret and I found something.â
I waited for him to ask what, but all I heard was a TV in the background.
âFrançoisâ daily planner,â I said.
âSo?â
So? Jeez. Couldnât he at least give me more than a one-word answer?
âSo,â I said, âit might have important information.â
âWhat do you mean âit mightâ? Havenât you read it yet?â
Aha. Now he sounded interested. I smiled and nodded at Margaret. She was chewing on her thumbnail, watching me.
âWe canât read it because itâs in French.â
No answer.
âWell?â I said.
âWell what?â
âWell, two things,â I said, taking a deep breath. âWe need you to translate the French in the planner, andâ¦the only reason I said all that to Angel is I was jealous because I didnât get chosen for the trio. And I promise I didnât mean any of it, especially about the squeaking. And Iâm really, really sorry.â
âOh, man,â he said, and right then, right there, I could feel his NSCCB vibrations pulsing through the telephone lines. âYouâre brilliant! The daily planner? Thatâs a spectacular find. One hundred percent cool. Iâll meet you guys at the midway, by the bingo tent.â
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