this,â Leroy says with a sigh. âBut I have calls to make.â
âMaxie can do it,â Jolene says.
My ears perk up. I set aside the sopping sponge.
Leroy looks over his shoulder. âOkay. Maxie.â He hands me a scrap of paper with phone numbers written on it. âCall these people and confirm that their food donations for The Breakfast are arriving sometime tomorrow.â
âSure.â
I like to use the phone. The big black receiver is weighty in my hand. I imagine it holding all the words ever spoken through it, and all the ones to come. My finger slides into the holes, one by one, dialing the plate around. There are two sevens, two nines, and a zero involved, which means the dial spins all the way around most of the time. Click, click, click, click. Whee.
CHAPTER 29
I âM WALKING HOME, STILL HIGH ON THE EFFECTS of talking on the phone. If I ever get a real office job, I can have a phone of my own, right on my very desk. I can pick it up and dial it anytime I want, for important business or just to see who answers. I like the idea of that. It has me skipping down the street.
I should know by nowâgood feelings only last so long.
Emmalee dashes toward me, that look of flight in her eyes that I know so well. I put out my hand to receive her.
Emmaleeâs cool fingers grip mine. âI donât want to go home tonight,â she says.
âItâs okay.â
Iâve been at her place when her dad comes home in a messed-up mood. The best thing to do is always to remove ourselves from the picture.
We link arms and walk quickly, away from our familiar doorways, around the corner. I lean into her in a way thatsays âI know,â at least I hope it does. Itâs different for me, but I know how it feels to need to run.
âDo you want to look for Patrice?â I offer. Patrice with her quiet mother. Her father, who has a steady job and doesnât raise his voice unless we earn it. Patrice with a bed wide enough for the three of us, and a room all to herself. We smile at her parents and call it a sleepover, but most times itâs really something else.
Emmalee shakes her head. âPlease. I canât.â
I get it. Sometimes itâs too hard to smile, in the face of everything we lack. Patrice loves us, struggles with us, but there are some things she really canât see.
âOkay, then.â We circle the block, arm in arm. As if one slow turn might change what it is weâll return to.
CHAPTER 30
E MMALEEâS GOING TO SLEEP OVER,â I announce to Ma and Wil. Theyâre coiled on the living room sofa, staring at some static snow on the television. I canât even tell what showâs on underneath.
âItâs a school night,â Mama says. âDid you do your homework?â
âWeâre going to finish it now,â I tell her. Emmalee doesnât have her books over here, but we can make do with mine. Itâs all the same.
Turns out Emmaleeâs already done her homework. Sheâs smart like that. Gets good grades, way better than mine. She makes me read to her the assignment out of the history book before she lets me skip to the math.
âHavenât you read it already?â I say.
âYeah, but have you?â Emmaleeâs going to be a teacher when she grows up. She already knows how to do that lookthey do that tells you to hush, youâre supposed to be working. It comes as easy to her as a smile. Going to college, then being a teacher. Thatâs her big dream. She doesnât come out and say it ever, but itâs one of those things we just know.
Raheem slides in and sees Emmalee. âAgain?â
âShut up,â I tell him. âSheâs staying.â
âI didnât mean it like that.â A fierce expression passes over Raheemâs face. âOne of these days,â he says, then draws the curtain.
Emmalee lays her head on my shoulder. âHeâs
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