I closed the door. I probably looked reasonably big to him. Next to Aaron, heâs the shortest kid in our grade, and the scrawniest.
âI just wanted to play some SimCity,â he squawked.
âFishface, canât you read?â Aaronâs hands were on his hips. âBoth computers are down.â
âGive me a break,â Fishface said. âYou put that sign up yourself. Itâs common knowledge. You think you own the computer room. Anyway, Mrs. Newbery said I could.â
âMrs. Newberyâs at the American Library Association national convention as we speak,â Aaron snapped. âShe didnât tell you squat.â
Now Fishface and Aaron were nose to nose. In a way, it was funny. âOh yeah?â they were snarling at each other. âOh yeah?â
âGet out of here before I lose my temper,â Aaron said.
Fishface left.
Aaron was really hot under the collar. I personally thought he was overreacting. âAaron, if youâre starting to suspect Fishface of being The Watcher, youâre going to have to suspect everybody on the Upper East Side.â
âI do.â Now Aaron was snapping at me.
I got him out of there. He needed some air. I needed lunch. We went to the deli, where he could graze the takeout salad bar and I could grab a BLT-double-mayo-to-go. We went to do lunch on our rock in the park. We wandered around. Before you knew it, it was time to report for dog duty. As Aaron said, being hung up between Mr. Thaw and Miss Mather set up a real matrix.
We were a couple of minutes late, and Miss Mather was looking at her watch when she opened the door. Nanky-Pooâs topknot just cleared the carrier bag as she was handed over. Aaron was still carrying his ThinkPad, so I had to carry her.
âDonât let her jump out into traffic,â he said as we crossed Fifth Avenue. âHaving to bring her back to Miss Mather three feet long and an inch thick with tread marks is all we need.â
We made it to a little grassy spot in the park. Nanky-Poo peeled out of her carrier bag. She knew we were stuck with her, so she went sniffing around, taking her time. We dropped down for some sun, and Aaron flipped open his ThinkPad.
âAaron, give it a rest.â
âIâm just trying to reconstruct whatever I entered that put Nanky-Poo in my lap and sent Miss Mather back toââ
âAaron, whatever your formula did has stuck us with dog duty for the foreseeableââ
âBut last night was a giant leap forward.â
âI thought it was 1942. Thatâs a giant leap backward.â
âIn this case, backward is forward.â
I kept an eye on Nanky-Poo in case she got ideas about wandering off.
âWeâre seeing a clear pattern here,â Aaron said. âFirst Ophelia and Heather, then you and me. Now Nanky-Poo and Miss Mather. Get it?â
âNo.â
âItâs a two-for-one deal every time. My formulaâs still cuckoo, but one thingâs certain. As things stand now, it takes the Emotional Component of two people to line up with my numbers.â
âSome of those people are dogs,â I pointed out.
âWhatever.â
âBut then why did Nanky-Poo come up to the penthouse while Miss Mather went back in time?â
âThatâs basic,â Aaron said. âThatâs like fifth grade. You can figure that.â
I gave it a shot. âYou mean that Nanky-Poo cellular-reorganized up to your microprocessors because when Miss Mather went back to 1942, it was before Nanky-Poo existed? Like Nanky-Poo was running for her life?â
âBingo,â Aaron said, pointing at my brain. âOf course, sheâd probably have been okay curled up in a quiet corner, but she panicked.
âMiss Mather was running for her life too, in a way. And it really booted up her Emotional Component. My formula could have picked up her signal a mile away. Her biggest wish in life is to go
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