Tucker had been freed of his demons and was no longer a danger. Tears welled in her eyes. Without thinking, I put an arm around her and pulled her into me. It was so natural. She pressed her cheek into my chest.
âThanks,â she whispered. âBut ya didnât have to, yâknow. I coulda handled it.â
âOkay!â Uncle Will. Again. âHow much?â
Bafflement. âHow much what?â I asked.
âFor your dreamâs theories. Angel ranks and weapons, Choir lawsâ¦all of it. What do you want for them? Needs some tightening of the screws, of course, but, in general, I believe the nimrodic simpletonians at work would love toââ
ââSâall yours. You can have it. Tell âem itâs your theory even. I donât care.â
He gripped the steering wheel with white-knuckled excitement. Made the turn into Mandinkaâs Safari Adventure. Then, out of nowhere, he blurted, âI got it!â He caught our eyes in the rearview. âIsnât Winter Formal coming up?â
âI donât know?â Iâd never gone to a formal dance.
âItâs next month.â Merryn was peering out the window. Probably replaying a few scenes from my escapades last night.
âAs compensation for your dream, Og, I would like to pay for everything. The tickets. Your tux. Dinner. Corsages. All of it.â
âWell, I wasnât planning onââ
âYou two are going together, arenât you?â
âIâ¦donâtâ¦â My heartbeat doubled. âHavenâtâ¦reallyâ¦â
Merrynâs face turned from the window. Her lips wore a small smile.
âWould you,â I asked her, âlike toâ¦â
Her eyes found mine, color rising to her cheeks.
âGoâ¦â
My mouth went all Sahara.
âTo the, uhâ¦â
My tongue was tree bark. My epiglottis was camel fur.
âThe dance with me?â
With her eyes still on me and her smile still smiling, she nodded.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Uncle Will paid the khaki-clad attendant, and the iron entry gates swung open. We followed a short line of cars into Mandinkaâs Safari Adventure.
Merryn and I had been quiet, grinning and nervously stealing glances at each other ever since she accepted my smooth invitation to Winter Formal. It was like we were ten again.
The Jeepâs speakers crackled with static as Uncle Will tried to find the parkâs Audio Adventure on the radio.
The radioâs fuzz woke the slumbering Committee, and an escalating din of clangs, cries, and shrieks filled my head. If only Mr. Lavender had had the time to teach me how to silence The Symphony before my dream forest went bust.
Merryn looked at me, her lips moving. This was always the worst, not being able to hear her over The Committee. I pointed to my headâa signal we had worked out last year, shortly after Iâd told her about my problemâto let her know The Committee was wailing.
She nodded, understanding. Though, Iâm sure I saw a frustrated angle to her mouth. Like maybe she thought I was faking it so I didnât have to talk to her.
I put my hand on her wrist and was about to mouth sorry when my attention was drawn to a familiar voice in The Committee. It said,
âSo simple to swindle,
the idiot masses.
From tots to teens
even teachers in classes.â
Demon Dr. Seuss again. The one Iâd heard before falling asleep last night. Using my new skills, I concentrated on the voice. It was still tricky to listen with just enough intent to hear what was being said, but not so much that the speaker would feel my presence in The Symphony.
âI stick out my tongue
I wave at the young.
A cute, furry deceiver
sowing doubt in believers.â
Merryn nudged me and pointed out her window.
A giraffe was plucking leaves from the top of a tree. Behind it, four elephants roamed past. I smiled, but the Poet cut short the experience.
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