dinner ?â
âI didnât take a bullet for him,â I reminded her. âAnd itâs dinner at the White House. And could we please stick to the subject at hand? What am I going to say to Susan Boone?â
âAnybody can have dinner at the White House if they pay enough money.â Catherine sounded truly disgusted. âI would think youâd get something better than just dinner . You should at least get a medal of valor, or something.â
âWell,â I said, âmaybe I will. Maybe theyâll give it to me at dinner. Now, what should I say when I call Susan Boone?â
âSamantha,â Catherine said in a voice that was as close to impatient as Iâd ever heard her speak. âThey donât hand out medals at dinner. They have a special ceremony for that. And you saved the presidentâs life. Your drawing teacher is not going to care that you skipped her stupid class.â
âI donât know, Cath,â I said. âI mean, Susan Boone is very seriousabout art. She might be calling to kick me out of her class, or something.â
âSo? I would think youâd want to be kicked out. I thought you hated it, right?â
I thought about that. Had I hated it? Well, not the drawing part. That had been pretty fun. And the part where David had said he liked my boots.
But the rest of itâthe part where Susan Boone had tried to wipe out my right to creative expression and keep me from drawing from my heart, totally humiliating and embarrassing me in front of all those people, including, I knew now, the son of the president of the United Statesâthat had been pretty mortifying.
On the whole, I decided, getting kicked out of Susan Booneâs art class would not be a bad thing at all.
So as soon as I hung up with Catherine, I dialed Susan Booneâs number, anxious to get the whole thing over with already.
âUm, hi,â I said, hesitantly, when she picked up. âThis is Samantha Madison.â
âOh, hello,â Susan Boone said. I heard a familiar cawing in the background. So Joe the crow didnât live at the studio, but traveled to and from it with his owner. Some life for a big, ugly, hair-stealing bird. âThank you for returning my call, Samantha.â
âUm, no problem,â I said. Then, after a deep breath, I took the plunge: âListen, Iâm really sorry about the other day. I donât know if you heard what happenedââ
Susan Boone surprised me by chuckling. âSamantha, there isnât a human being south of the North Pole who hasnât heard what happened to you outside my studio yesterday.â
âOh,â I said. Then I hurried to spill out the lie Iâd made up. If I had been Jack, Iâd have just told her the truth; you know, that Iâdresented her attempt to subjugate my artistic integrity.
But since I am not Jack, I just blabbed the first thing that came into my head:
âThe thing is, the reason I wasnât in class was because it was raining really hard, you know, and I got really wet, and I didnât want to come to class wet, you know, so I stopped into Static to dry off, you know, before class, and then I donât know what happened, but I guess I just sort of lost track of time, and before I knew itââ
âNever mind that, Samantha.â Susan Boone, to my great surprise, had interrupted me. I will admit it wasnât the greatest lie, but it had been the best I could come up with. âLetâs talk about your arm.â
âMy arm?â I looked down at my cast. I was already getting so used to it, it was like it had always been there.
âYes. Was the arm you broke the one you draw with?â
âUm. No.â
âGood. Then Iâll see you in class on Tuesday?â
I had an ungenerous thought, then. I thought that Susan Boone, like Coke and Pepsi, only wanted me to stay in her art school so she could use my celebrity
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