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âIâm sorry, okay? Iâm sorry. No one told me Mr. Zendler was batshit insane, okay?â Robin jerked up out of the plastic chair Mrs. Halstead had offered her. âHow would I know that? How would I know you all knew?â
âSit down, Honey.â
Robin fell back into the chair, bent at the waist with her arms wrapped around her stomach.
âYou couldnât. I suppose you couldnât.â
Robin leaned her forehead against the edge of the desk, and her voice floated back up to Mrs. Halstead from the floor. âI feel really stupid now.â
âDonât. Iâm sorry I didnât know what was happening.â
âYou wonât tell him?â Robin asked, turning her head so her cheek was resting on the table, her eyes looking up at Mrs. Halstead.
âCharlie?â
Robin nodded, her head still pressed against the desk.
âNo, I wonât tell him.â
âThank you.â
âNo need, Honey. No need.â
âThis weekend,â Charlie said that night over Scrabble, âI thought we could maybe get out of town. Go south to visit your parents. Stop in Battle Creek and go to Cereal City, or this Historic Seventh-Day Adventists Village I read about. Since the Fungus Fest sounds like it isnât worth waiting for.â
âI donât hate it here, Charlie.â
Charlie didnât say anything, just put down his tiles. He made H-I-T-S and Robin wanted to tell him, No, save the S for later. Add it to something with an X or Z. âI donât hate it here. I want to be here with you. Iâd sell saltwater taffy at the Salty Dawgâs in Wharftown all summer, okay? Iâd re-apply at the Pirateâs Booty.â
âYou donât have to do that. My dad said youâre the steadiest girl heâs ever seen with a nail gun. You can work for him again next summer, if you want.â
âIâm just saying I want to be here with you. Iâm in love with you, and I just want to make that clear.â
âOkay. Iâm in love with you, too. And Iâd like to take you to Cereal City.â
âI went as a kid. You have to wear hairnets. But I could never pass up a Historic Adventist Village.â
âThey have costumed re-enactors who lead singalongs.â
âOf what? â99 Bottles of Beer on the Wallâ?â
âNineteenth-century hymns.â
âYou have been holding out on me.â
âWe can leave Saturday morning,â Charlie said, and Robin pictured them throwing their backpacks behind the seats in Charlieâs pickup. Sheâd hosed out the bed after taking Mr. Zendlerâs garbage to the dump, and the water had frozen in a sheet of cloudy ice across the bottom of the truck, pine needles and leaves caught in the flood and freeze. Theyâd drive to the Historic Adventist Village in Battle Creek, and try on buckle shoes and goofy hats and bonnets, and they would sit on the hard wooden pews of a re-created clapboard church, and they would sing Happy Day, Happy Day, and there would be no doubt in her mind that it was so.
Steal Small
I live in a good house now, with an attic where the roof makes a triangle and the heat collects. I stand up there and look out back to the barbed wire where our property meets the neighborâs, and past that the highway. The neighbor still farms, soy planted right up against the fence. We havenât planted anything, unless you count the animals. Thatâs what Leo does, what he grows. From the attic you can see the kennels laid out in a half circle in the backyard, all figured so the mean ones donât fight, the sweet ones calm the fussy ones down, and the bitches canât get puppies. Leo can hold them all in his head, who needs what and eats what and is looking sick and should probably be sold on before it looks any sicker. Heâs got a good mind for organization. Iâve got a good mind for keeping stuff tidy,
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