drowning a chunk of pancake in chocolate syrup, I tell Mom and Dad about the tryouts and what a disaster they were. Mom and Dad sit close together and hold hands while I talk. Dad steals bites from Momâs plate, and Mom takes small sips of Dadâs coffee, because she says she only wants a little caffeine this late at night. These are the nights I like most, when neither of them are working and the three of us can just hang out.
When Iâve finished, Mom, whoâs all about the fine print, says, âAre there any guidelines stipulating who you can and who you canât vote for?â
I shake my head. âI checked The PlanMasterâs PlanMaster this morning. It clearly states judges can vote for whoever they want. Technically weâve done nothing wrong.â
Which is exactly what Kelsey said when I called her this afternoon and told her what happened at tryouts. I didnât tell Kelsey about another rule Iâd found, one I was pretty sure would solve my judging problem. If I had the guts to use it.
Dad snatches his coffee cup away from Mom and says, âItâs wrong in spirit. Itâs a talent show competition, so theexpectation is that the judges will vote for the most talented students.â
âIf that was the expectation, they should have put it in writing.â Mom snatches the coffee cup back.
Mom and Dad argue for a few minutes. I doubt Mom actually thinks itâs okay that Melinda and Jenna only voted for the popular kids. Mom and Dad enjoy debating each other over a million different topics, just to see who can make a better case.
Dad once told me Mom was not only the most beautiful woman heâs ever met, but the smartest, too. Sometimes I wonder if Iâll ever meet a boy who will say that about me, instead of having to put up with guys like Derek Tanner who think theyâre so cool just because they play football.
âWell then,â Mom says when she and Dad have finished debating, âwhat are you going to do about it?â
âI donât know. Alyssa saidââ
âAlyssa?â Mom interrupts. âDid she try out? Sheâs so incredibly talented. Lynn told me Alyssa wants to study at Juilliard. Iâll bet one day sheâll sing on Broadway.â
I grimace and sip my hot chocolate. Mom and Mrs. GraceâLynnâare friends, and Mom doesnât understand why Kelsey and I donât hang out with Alyssa anymore. (I never told her about our fight over the Court.) And wheneverher name comes up, Mom likes to talk about Alyssaâs great talent. Just once I wish sheâd brag about me that way. I mean, Alyssaâs not even her daughter. And I am.
âAlyssa tried out,â I say quickly, âand she says thereâs no way we can win the competition with the acts Melinda and Jenna selected. But Kelsey saysââ
ââKelsey saysâ?â Mom frowns. âWhat about what you say? You have your own voice, Polly. So far Iâve heard what Alyssa thinks and what Kelsey thinks. What about what you think?â
âI donât know what I think.â I slam my hot chocolate down so hard, it sloshes over the side. âThatâs why I was asking for your opinion. Thereâs nothing wrong with that.â
Just like that, Mom can take a nice night out and ruin it. Just because Iâm not more like her and always know exactly how I should handle things. I avoided her all day because when I woke up this morning, I saw sheâd placed the application for Camp Colonial on my desk. So while she was taking a shower, I dropped the application onto her bed with a sticky note attached that said, Tag. Youâre it!
âPolly, I wasnât sayingââ
Mom is interrupted by a syrupy voice calling across the diner, âLaura, Nick, I thought that was you!â
I turn. Mrs. Huff is standing near the cash register while Mr. Huff pays their bill.
âOh no,â Mom groans.
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