brought the clue she had found, and she was going to ask me to help solve the rest with her. If she asked nicely, I just might say yes.
I tucked around the corner and found Charlotte tugging on her hair and wearing skinny jeans and those stupid fluffy boots. âI heard you went to Lucasâs yesterday.â
She was invited for a playdate, too. Her dads must be making her go and she wants a preview.
âYep,â I said. Let her discover those bugs on her own.
âYou shouldnât do that.â
When we were seven, we rode our bikes through town, down by the water. A dog charged out of the yard of a rental property. It was long and lean with muscles as tight as a racehorseâs. It bounded straight toward her with teeth bared and drool spewing. I pedaled hard in front of her, then spun my bike out so my back wheel hit the dog and sent him mewling back home. The hit shook my bike, my hands, my bones. Through her tears, she had said, âWhyâd you do that? You shouldnât hurt a dog.â
She stomped her boot to loosen some snow that was stuck onto the suede. âYou canât just go to Lucasâs house.â
âWhy not?â I knew why she thought I shouldnâtâthe rumors that would start, his social leprosyâbut I wanted to hear too-kind-to-hurt-a-raging-dog-Charlotte say it.
âYou just shouldnât,â she told me. âIâm trying to help.â
I turned toward the hallway. Could I just walk away?
âIf you would just be a little more normal, Ruth, it wouldnât be so bad. Youâd see. Melindaâs really niceâif you would justââ She stopped. âNever mind. Forget it.â She turned and left methere standing in the dirty puddle of water that had melted off our boots.
I wanted to be angry, but my heart was pitter-pattering because Charlotte had maybe just told me she still wanted to be my friend.
Eleven
Contrapuntal
I stared right into the nonexistent eyes of Ferdinand Frontenac. He seemed to be sleeping, dreaming of his glory days as the great unifier of the peninsula.
The squares on the floor were made up of four smaller squares, two feet by two feet in total. I flipped through Lucasâs
Essential Chess
book to the page about how knights can move. They make L shapes. I turned so my back faced the statue, moved two big squares to the left, then forward one. I was about to move forward like a rook, but then I stopped. If Ferdinand was the king, then I should start where the knight would start on a chessboard.
From the gym down the hall, I heard the thump, thump, and squeak of basketball practice. Charlotte was in there. Sheâd tried out for the team with Melinda, and both had made the cut, though Melinda was on the traveling team, and Charlotte was on the more-junior varsity team, only they didnât call it that, since they didnât want to make anyone feel bad.
I flipped back in the book to the diagram of how the chessboard was set for the start of the game. The knight was to the right of the king, with a bishop between them. I moved so there was one square between me and the statue. I wondered if Coco played chess. I could ask him, but then he might want to know why, and I didnât want to share these clues with anyone. If I found a couple more, I could bring them to Charlotte. Or maybe this would be my solo expedition, like Taryn in
The Riddled Cottage
. Either way, I didnât want anyone else involved, not even Coco.
âWhat are you doing?â It was Melinda, because of course it was Melinda. Her ponytail was high on her head, and she was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and bright pink short shorts that matched her pink-and-white basketball shoes. In her hand she held a shining mouth guard.
âThe latest dance craze. Chess hop. Havenât you heard of it?â
She rolled her eyes.
âMy New York City friends told me about it.â I didnât have any New York City friends,