couldnât catch it, though, with him screaming, âThey got a chair for you in detention. Itâs called Stinky Dinkyâs seat.â
She threw her hands over her ears and closed her eyes. She had one second till she pounded him into tomorrow.
Then she heard it, under all the noise. She felt it, pinching in her pocket.
She jumped to her feet and faced him. âNovello,â she hollered, âdo you want me to hit you?â
He was so surprised by the question he could only tell the truth. âYes,â he howled. âHit me!â Then he remembered his meanness. âIâd like to see you try, pipsqueak,â he sneered.
But it was too late, now Delly knew. He wanted her to pummel him.
âNo,â she told him.
âNo?â he shrieked. âYou afraid, Smelly? Because you know you canât do it. You canât touch me.â
Delly wasnât afraid, though. She was free. She walked back to Alaska.
He trailed her, taunting, âTry it. Come on, Smelly.â
There was more yelling, then, from Ms. Niederbaum. âNovello, to the steps!â she commanded.
Delly sat on Alaska, smiling. Not because Novello was imprisoned, although that was nice. Because, for once, she was free of the fight.
All afternoon she Dellybrated at her desk. If the questions could keep her from pounding Novello, maybe she didnât need the numbers at all. She banished them to the back of her head. In their place, she had a song: âI donât need counting; I got questions, instead. And I donât fight. Yep, Iâm doing all right.â
After school Delly ran to Ferris Boyd. âHey,â she said softly, and fell in beside her, like theyâd been friends forever.
She waited till they were at the bridge to ask, âFerris Boyd, did you see? I didnât fight.â Then she told her, without saying a word, I heard you.
Ferris Boyd stopped and turned to Delly. Her eyes were still sad, but there was something else in them. Something like a smile.
It was only a second. Her head went down again, and she was shuffling along the road.
It was all Delly needed. Ferris Boyd had heard her, too. âAll right then.â She grinned.
Chapter 36
A t the old Hennepin place, Delly was still telling Troubletales. Every afternoon, sheâd take her spot on the stoop while Ferris Boyd got the bowl and the ball, and that bawlgram cat came running.
âHey, Ferris Boyd,â sheâd ask, âhow about we skip basketball and go straight to the hideawaysis?â
But Ferris Boyd wouldnât hear it. Sheâd go to the drive and start making magic with that ball.
âOkay,â Dellyâd say, as if sheâd warned her, âTroubletale Twenty-two: the Nocussictionary,â or, âTroubletale Thirty-six: the St. Euniceâs spitting contest.â
And her friend would keep playing, as if Delly could say, I got three heads, and a horn growing out of my back end, and it wouldnât change anything.
Later on theyâd head to the hideawaysis. Ferris Boyd would settle into her corner with her book and the cat curled beside her.
Dellyâd bring out the food sheâd brought to fatten up her pale, skinny friend. She set two sandwiches between them. âMa says I got to eat more, so Iâll grow,â she told her, which was sort of the truth. Sheâd eat half of one and groan, âI canât fit another bite. Ferris Boyd, will you eat it? Or Iâll get in trouble.â
The girl would stare at the food, then at Delly.
âPlease,â sheâd beg, and push it toward her. âNow I got to get to work.â
While Delly hammered, sheâd glance over, and Ferris Boyd would be eating behind her hands. âAll right then,â sheâd whisper.
That first week Delly fixed the rails around the hideawaysis. âSo no people fall out,â she told the cat, and it flicked its tail at her. She nailed the piece of metal on
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