CHAPTER ONE
âI know itâs a long shot, but I donât feel I can just eliminate the possibility that I was raised by wolves without at least considering it for a second, do you?â
âYouâre touched in the head, you know that, Strang? Positively touched.â
I count on my best friend, Buzz, to be honest with me. Weâve known each other since second grade, when he moved to Cedar Springs from some place down South. Most of his accent is gone by now, but his twang still shows through a little, especially when he gets what he calls âriled up.â
âDo you really think itâs out of the question?â I asked seriously.
âWell, do you howl at the moon, Guy?â
âNo.â
âHave cravings for raw jackrabbit?â
âDefinitely not.â
âLick yourself?â
âNever,â I said.
âOkay, then I think itâs safe to say we can rule out the wolf theory.â
âWait a minute, Buzzard. Did you ever consider the possibility that maybe it was so weird and horrible out there in the wild with my wolf-pack family that I just canât let myself remember it?â
âIn that case, maybe youâd better consider the possibility that you were actually raised by possums, Guy, not wolves. I mean, just because you donât hang by your tail and play dead now doesnât mean you didnât used to, right?â
âAw, shut up.â
âAnything you say, possum boy.â
We sat there in silence for a minute.
Finally I announced, âLast night at dinnermy father did the oyster trick again.â
âOh, man. Were you home at least?â
âNope. Right in the middle of the restaurant. âWatch this,â he goes, âwatch what your old man can do, Guy.â Like I donât already know. Then before I can even look away he sticks it up his nose, sucks it up there with that horrible noise, and spits it out of his mouth.â
âGross me out the door!â
âI thought I was going to puke,â I said. âMy mother, of course, applauded.â
âDid he stand up and make the announcement about how no one should attempt it at home?â
I nodded.
âWell, you know what I always sayâjust add an âeâ to Strang and look whatcha get. Man, you really canât go out in public with them, can you?â Buzz said.
âItâs not like itâs so much better being around them at home, either. Take a look in my sock drawer,â I said.
âWhich one is it?â
âSecond from the top,â I said as I watched Buzz pull open the drawer.
âWhatâs the deal?â he asked as he pulled out a balled-up pair of unmatched socks.
âSheâs a firm believer in the idea that opposites attract.â
âBut, socks?â Buzz held up another mismatched pair.
âThereâs not one matched set in there. Open the top drawer.â
âIâm afraid.â
I laughed. Buzz opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of rainbow-colored underwear.
âGroovy, man. Very sixties!â
âShe tie-dyed every pair of underwear in the house last week,â I said with a sigh.
Just then there was a knock at the door. I groaned, flopped back on my bed, and waited for the inevitable. In she came, singing at the top of her lungs.
âSnicker Doodles, Snicker Doodles, rahrah rah! Eat a bunch, hear âem crunch, siss-boom-bah!â
My mother danced around the room, holding a plate up in the air like a fancy waiter. She had on lime-green stretch pants and a frilly Day-Glo orange top. Her curly mop of bright-red hair was pulled up into a ponytail, which she kept in place with a twist tieâthe kind you use to close up garbage bags. She finished her song with a last wiggle of her rear end, set down the plate of lumpy cookies, and clicked out of the room in her favorite high heel shoesâthe ones with the plastic tropical fish suspended in the
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