turned back to paddle past a fallen tree branch sticking up out of the water.
The lump of charcoal was feeling hotter and hotter. I wasnât just mad at Devon. There was something else.
Okay, yeah . . . Devon had made me mad, really mad. But she hadnât tried to hurt me on purpose. She didnât even know she was making me mad.
But . . . but then there was the stuff Iâd said. I called her a horrible friend.
Yo soy bilingüe y tu no eres.
Iâm bilingual and youâre not.
âWeâre coming up to a bend!â yelled Michelle from the lead canoe. âRemember to stay to the inside.â
âI think we need to move a little more to the port side,â I told Maggie.
Iâd gone out of my way to hurt Devon. Iâd made a point of saying something I knew would humiliate her. Telling her that she was only saying âarmpitsâ and âice cream
.
â My ears felt hot when I thought about it. She mustâve felt so stupid. And if there was one thing Devon hated, it was to feel dumb over something.
I
knew
that. Iâd picked the one thing I could think of at that moment to make her feel bad about herself.
Weâd made it around the bend in the river, and a stretch of calm water was ahead of us. We passed a field with tall green grass where some cows were feeding. One black cow looked up, turning her head to follow us as we drifted past. She chewed thoughtfully the whole time she kept her eyes on us.
Maggie mooed at her and slapped her paddle playfully against the water.
âHey, Maggie . . . do you think Iâm a mean person?â
Her head turned sideways a little, and I could see she was smiling like she couldnât believe Iâd ask such a crazy question. âOf course not. You donât have a mean bone in your body.â
Oh, yeah? How did she know that? The third metatarsal on my left foot was mean. And my tibia could be downright cruel sometimes.
Yo soy bilingüe y tu no eres.
Iâm bilingual and youâre not.
Iâd never done that before. Said something mean in Spanish to someone who spoke only English. Just to make her feel stupid because she wouldnât know what I was saying.
âWell, what if I did something mean to you. Would you forgive me for it?â
âSure, I guess so. If you apologized and I knew you didnât really mean it.â
Apologize.
Apologies had a way of getting stuck in my throat. They wouldnât come out. I couldnât say them. Something about apologizing made me feel like all my skin was being peeled off. I just couldnât stand to look someone in the eye and say, âIâm sorry. I did something wrong.â
Maybe I could write a note. Try to make it funny, but still basically say I was sorry.
But then sheâd better be ready to apologize to me, too. I never wouldâve said those mean things if she hadnât been such an
habladora
âchatterbox.
Because she was the one who started it all. So she should be the first to apologize. Maybe I would say I was sorry if sheâd say it first.
âDo you think Devon and I should try to make up?â I asked Maggie.
âWell, in some ways, itâs kind of nice to have Ghosty Girl out of the way,â Maggie admitted. âCan you imagine having her along right now? Youâd be back in the stern and sheâd be up here with her nose stuck in a magazine. Youâd crash right into a rock!â
I laughed. It felt good to actually laugh about something again. âThere is no way Devon would ever have come on a river trip!â
Maggie had a good point. I hadnât planned it that way, but fighting with Devon did give me an excuse to spend all my time with Maggie now.
At least I still had one best friend.
Tuesday, June 24
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