least middle class. What if he lived in one of these falling-down trailers? What if his mom was one of those hugely obese ladies who canât fit out the front door of her double-wide and wears a stained housedress and eats Cheetos all day? What if his dad has no teeth? I quickly practiced my not-horrified face so that I wouldnât betray my real feelings when we finally got to his tar-sided shack with the inbred, handicapped chickens flapping around in the dust outside.
Suddenly one of the twins shrieked, âLeft! Oh my God! Left! Alexâturn here! Now! â which scared Alex so much that his foot came off the gas, the car stalled, and we coasted silently into a pothole-filled little parking lot.
âGood thing you have that N on the rear window,âsaid one of his sisters as Alex brought the car to a stop in front of a plain white building with a garage on one side and a small doorway on the other.
âItâs a good thing heâs a better rider than he is driver, eh, Cleo?â
I saw my chance to score points.
âOh, he is,â I gushed. âHeâs a really great rider.â
We all sat in silence for a few seconds.
âUh, youâre going to have to move so we can get out,â said one of the twins.
âSorry,â I said as I scrambled out of the car and pushed the seat forward.
âImagine if someone attacked Alex for his bad driving,â said one twin as she tried to push some of her weapons out the door, âand they forced him off the road so they could give him a beating.â
âThat would be so cool,â said the other one, who was trapped behind a wall of swords and sticks. âAt first theyâd think he was a tough guy because of the car. Then theyâd see that heâs all sweaters and cords and rubber boots. So theyâd be like, âLetâs get him. Heâs a gentleman farmer! Heâs no threat.ââ
âYeah! Theyâd try to pull him out through the front window by his hair.â
âOnly we would pop out of the backseat whereweâd been hiding. Weâd come flying out like ninjas!â
At this point, they were both still trapped by their equipment but seemed too busy babbling about their violent fantasy to notice. Alex sat with his head resting on the steering wheel.
âThe guys wouldnât believe their bad luck for picking the deadliest car in all of Cedar. Maybe even all of Nanaimo!â
âYeah!â
Still talking about the epic beating they were going to inflict on their brotherâs fictional attackers, the twins finally freed themselves and piled out of the car, half their gear clattering to the pavement as they went.
âSee you at nine-thirty!â said the one wearing a camouflage-patterned terry-cloth headband. She and her sister flashed supersized grins at Alex and me as they disappeared into the building. I got back into the car and shut the door.
The car seemed very quiet without them.
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After Alex dropped off his sisters he drove us back to his house.
âAre you sure you donât want to go to a movie, or something?â he asked.
I was all, No, no, thatâs fine. We can hang at your house. Even though your mom probably weighs 450 pounds and your dad weighs 80 and has no teeth and lost his job at the chicken manure factory a while ago and hasnât gotten back on his feet since.
I was all geared up to show him that I have no problem with poor country folk. Still, I was pretty relieved when we stopped at a regular-type house. In Cedar, people with lots of money live right next door to people who have none. The Fordsâ place was somewhere in the middle. Their house was big and fairly new, your basic white box. They must have some money because they had a speedboat parked in the driveway and a trampoline on the front lawn, and a huge motor home, the kind used as dressing rooms on movie sets, parked right beside their house.
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