little green men.
Uncrumpling a list from his pocket, Dad dialed the phone. âJust pretend Iâm not here,â he told us. He stiffened when he said into the receiver, âHello there! How are you?â Silence. âWell, I hope itâs a fine dinner! The reason Iâm calling is that youâve been selected to receiveââ he frowned at the phoneââhello?â
Lizzy served seconds as Dad dialed another number. âHello there! How are you? Could I have just three minutes of your time that could change the rest of your life?â Silence.
âI know that voice!â Sal whispered. âCell phones! He called our house at dinner!â
âOh, dinner wonât cool in three shortââ Dad hung up and sighed.
Lizzyâs pizza stuck in my throat. âDad, could you hold off until we finish eating?â
âWhat?â Dad narrowed his eyes at me, then glanced at Sal. âOh . . . sure. No problem.â
I sighed and finished my pizza. Lizzy did most of the talking, with Hawk chiming in now and then.
The minute Sal finished her fourth piece of pizza, she stood up. âDelicious, Lizzy! My brother was right about you.â She smiled at me. âI had a nice time, Winnie. Thanks for asking me.â
âHad?â I asked, feeling tears swell in the back of my head and press against my eyeballs.
âIâm sorry.â Sal wiped her mouth with the thin napkin. âI have to leave. Iâve . . . had a change of plans.â
âYou canât!â Lizzy cried. âI made brownies!â
âThey smell great! Can I take one with? Two?â
I knew the second one was for Summer. If I could have slipped a dozen laxatives into those brownies, I would have.
Sal scooped the brownies into her napkin. Then she dashed into my room as if rescuing her backpack from a blazing fire.
âVictoria,â she called, backing toward the front door. Did she think weâd jump her the minute her back was turned? âSee you at school? You too, Winnie?â Sal stumbled, reached behind her for the screen door, and got away.
I was an idiot to think I could be part of their herd! Hawkâs head was bowed so I couldnât see her face. âYou have a change of plans too, Hawk?â
Hawk lifted her chin. Peter zoomed to the fridge. âSquawk! Change of plans! Change of plans!â
Lizzy chuckled. Hawk grinned. It was just what we needed to break the tension. The fight went out of me.
The rest of the night we just hung out. We visited the horses. Hawk taught Lizzy and me about the markings Native American warriors used to paint on their warhorses.
I fell asleep on the floor next to Lizzyâs whistling snore, with the sound of a whippoorwill so close it could have been in the room with us.
In my dream, someone was knocking. I woke up to the tat, tat, tat of woodpeckers and Peter perched on the windowsill. I was in mid-yawn when I came to my senses. Saturday! The barrel race is today!
I wanted to ride, needed to ride. It took two minutes for me to wake Hawk, get dressed, and tiptoe out.
We rode into the sunrise, with Hawk naming every bird by its song: âFlutest wren, oriole, purple martin.â
Towaco behaved perfectly for Hawk. All my hard work was paying off.
Weâd turned around on a country road and skirted back through the sleeping town when I heard my name called.
âWinnie!â Mr. Baines drove up beside me. âIâve been looking all over for you! Lizzy said you were riding.â
I flashed back to the day Iâd lost Towaco. âIs something wrong?â
âSomethingâs right! â He looked like heâd already won the race. âI want you to race Grantâs horse!â
âYou do?â
âSpidell admitted the race determines which of us got the better horseânothing to do with the rider. Besides, I could tell he thinks Iâm making a big mistake
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