looked a little less dreary. âI am, too. Ma told me about your wish fetching. I always suspected you was a little magical.â
âThat makes one of us,â I said. âBut life does surprise sometimes.â
He nodded. âSure does. I didnât think you were gonna come today.â
âWhat do you mean?â I asked, glancing at the door.
âI was pretty sure you hated me.â
âNot
hate,
â I replied.
âBut my ma said, âWhat can it hurt, just to ask her?â The chocolate was her idea. Did you like it? I donât eat much candy myself.â
I froze. âIâm sorry. What?â
âCandy. Chocolate and butterscotch and such. This one Easter, thoughââ
âAre you telling me that chocolate was from
you?
â My voice shook.
âShore.â
â
You
invited me bowling today?â
âWhoâd you think?â He smiled a little sideways.
I moaned. âSonny Wentz!â
His smile vanished.
âI should have known.â He took a deep, sort-of ragged breath and spoke through gritted teeth. âWill you excuse me for a minute, Genuine?â He didnât wait for me to answer before he disappeared into the menâs room.
Travis Tromp! I was on a date with Mister Blackpants Blackshirt Blackington! My gut wrenched. My cheeks burned. How could I have been such a fool as to think Sonny Wentz would ask out bucktoothed, freckle-faced Genuine Sweet? The daughter of Dangerous Dale! I was so embarrassed, I considered very seriously crawling down into a pin sweep at the end of the lanes and letting it brush me into whatever dusty cubby lay beyond.
âSurely no one would find me there,â I muttered.
Nearby, Travis cleared his throat. âGenuine.â
âWhat?â I said it rudely, I admit.
âI think itâs fair to say weâre both disappointed,â he said, still measuring his words. âBut why donât we make the best of it? Letâs at least play a game or two. As friends.â
I looked at the floppy hair hanging into his eyes, his oversized ears, the weird boot chain around the ankle of his Converse shoeâand I couldnât help thinking of Jura saying how she was like him.
I sighed. âYeah. All right.â
He gave a sharp, almost dignified nod. âAll right, then. What size shoe you wear? Itâs on me.â
Â
It was curious that a game of tenpins would inspire Travis so, but jokes started rolling off that boyâs tongue like comedy was his calling. He laughed. He capered. Once he even spun me in a two-step! Plus, he said âThank youââand
smiled
âwhen Miz B., the alley owner, came to clear out our yapped-up ball return. Outside of school, the boy was, well, downright likable.
By the end of the first round, I was losing badly but enjoying myself all the same. âYou may have won the battle, but IââI thumped my chestââI shall win the war!â
Travis laughed. âBest two out of three?â
âThink youâre man enough?â I teased.
âThink youâre woman enough?â he retorted, raising an eyebrow.
âJust watch me.â I sashayed up to the lane and rolled my ballâright into the gutter. Twice.
Travis hefted his bowling ball. âWhat did you say right then? Something about winning the war?â
âYouâll see! Iâm lying in wait. Crouched in the underbrush, fixinâ to spring,â I assured him.
And then I lost so soundlyânot once, but three whole timesâthat Miz B. came and took the ball right out of my hand.
âThis ainât your game, Genuine,â she said gently.
âIt ainât that bad,â Travis defended me.
âIt wounds me just to watch her!â said Miz B. âYâall come have some fries on the house, then get out of here. Leagues are coming in at four.â
It was hard to argue with free fries, so we sat ourselves down
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