mumbled.
âYouâre not dressed,â she said. âAre you sick? Did you catch cold, getting wet like that?â
âIâm fine,â I said.
âThis girlâJoyceâwhatâs her last name? Iâm going to call up her mother.â Her eyes narrowed. âWhatâs that on your head?â
âItâs a hamster,â I said.
She stared incredulously. âA hamster? â
The moorim lay very still. Was it sick? In shock over the humongous lies I was telling? Maybe I had burned out its judgmental system by overloading it.
âItâs a toy, actually,â I gabbled brightly. âSomebody was handing them out in school last week, a kid in the Modern Issues elective whoâs doing a paper on deviant experience.â
âDeviant experience?â my mom said. âWearing animals on your head? Thatâs a bit much even for the Cornford School. Teaching kids about deviance isnât on the curriculum that I remember, and frankly Iâm not sure itâs what your father and I meant your tuition money to pay for.â
As she spoke, I was thinking: tomorrow was a school day. If I wanted a chance to tell Rachel about the prophecy without the whole world poking their nose into our business, I was going to have to do it now, tonight. If I could just get away from my mom. . . . I got up and began digging clean clothes out of my closet.
Mom watched me thoughtfully. âAmy,â she said, âwhile in some ways itâs rather diverting, and God knows I need diversion these days, I am not very happy seeing you walk around with a rodent-doll on your head. How long are you going to wear it?â
âJust today,â I said. âI have to test peopleâs reactions to it for twenty-four hours.â
âI think I smell baloney,â Mom said dangerously.
âWhere did Dad go?â I asked. âHeâs not due back in Los Angeles until tomorrow, he told me.â
âHe went over to Shellyâs apartment,â Mom said, her eyes tearing up again. âI left my keys there, and I just couldnât bring myself to go back againâwhere are you going? Iâm about to put dinner on the table.â
âI have to go out,â I said, dressing fast. âRachel is thinking of running for class president. She wants me to help plan her campaign.â
Rachel, in school politics? What a hoot! But my lie brought no response from the moorim. Maybe it had caught pneumonia in the shower and expired? I could feel it sprawled on my scalp like a miniature tigerskin rug. It made a soft humming noise, like purring. I hoped Mom couldnât hear it.
âYou just spent all day running around with this Joyce from school instead of being here with us,â Mom said as I sidled past her and headed for the front door. âFriends are important, but at a time like this you have to think of your family, Amy. Canât Rachelâs political career wait an evening?â
Mom thought Rachel was snooty and spoiled and fixated on her looks, which was true but not exactly in the way Mom thought. In fact, Rachel lived for the day when she could get her nose fixed because she thought it ruined her looks. Weâd argued about all this before. I wasnât in any mood to take up the subject again, so Mom tore on uninterrupted.
âI think you should stay here tonight"âHer eyes focused on my head again and widened. âIt moved!â
âOh, thatâs the fun part,â I said. âTheyâre plastic. I squeeze a bulb in my pocket and the hamster wiggles.â
The moorim not only wiggled; it nuzzled my ear. I felt triumphant: Take that, Branglemen! You think youâre so smart!
Momâs jaw dropped. âThat thing,â she said flatly, âis alive. Get rid of it, Amy. I donât care what arcane science project they are doing at that school, you are not going around with a rat on your
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