Maggie, but all she said was, âCome in, Mud.â Mud went in the house with the rest of the Blossoms.
Ralphie went home.
Ralphie was sitting beside the telephone in his kitchen. Ralphie was taking deep breaths. Ralphie had heard of the medical condition called hyperventilation, and he thought he might be suffering from it.
Ralphie was getting ready to call Maggie.
It was now four hours since Mudâs murder trial. Ralphie figured that four hours was about the length of time it would take for Maggie to get her senses back.
She could not possibly hate him. Not him ⦠not her.
She could be mad enough to claim she hated him. She could be mad enough to think she hated him.
But it couldnât last. Maggie might even be sitting at her phone now, just as he was sitting at his, trying to get up the nerve to call and apologize.
Ralphie wasnât going to put her through that humiliation.
He would call and he would come out with one of those brilliant statements he was famous forâlike the one about the Bible.
Ralphie wasnât sure what this particular brilliant statement would be, but he was confident that as soon as he heard her âhello,â it would come. That was the good thing about having a brilliant mindâit came up with brilliance on its own.
Ralphie ran his hands through his curly hair, combing through the tangles. Then he wiped his hands on his jeans and reached for the phone.
Mud was in the kitchen trying to eat. He was having a hard time because Junior wouldnât leave him alone. Junior was hugging him and kissing him and talking to him.
Mud kept eating, but it wasnât easy.
âMud, do you forgive me?â Junior was saying. âIâm sorry. Iâm really and truly sorry.â
Mud rolled his eyes in Juniorâs direction as he chewed. He didnât like to be fooled with while he was eating, but Junior would not be shaken off.
âPlease forgive me, Mud.â Junior raised the flap of Mudâs ear so he could speak directly into the ear itself. âIâm sorry, Mud. Do you forgive me?â
âNaaw,â Vern said from the table. He said it in a dogâs voice.
Junior threw him a dirty look.
Mud shook his head to get his ear out of Juniorâs hand. The ear came free, but Junior still clung to his neck.
âDo you like me again?â
âNaw.â
âMom, make him stop! Because, Mud, I really, really like you. Youâre a good dog. Good, good dog.â Junior smoothed Mudâs long ears back from his face. âI didnât mean those things I said. Youâre a good dog. You wouldnât eat my Scooty, would you?â
âYaaw,â Vern growled.
âYou better behave, Vern,â Junior snapped. âOr Mom will let me beat you up again, wonât you, Mom?â
âNo, I donât like all this fighting.â Vicki Blossom sighed. She wasnât eating in the hope that Rooney would still be able to take her out. âWhy doesnât the phone ring? Iââ
At that moment, as if on cue, the phone did ring.
âIâll get it,â Vicki Blossom said. She jumped to her feet and crossed her fingers.
She turned her eyes to the ceiling. âI hope itâs Rooney! Please, please let that horse trial be over. Please, please let it be Rooney. Please, please let me get in my new pants suit and have some fun!â
Ralphie was holding the phone so tightly his knuckles were turning white.
Aha! The phone was answered in the middle of the second ring.
Ralphie smiled tightly to himself.
Maggie had probably been sitting by the phone, praying for him to call. Then, just when she had given up and started in a dejected way for her room, the phone HAD rung!
Itâs Ralphie! her happy heart had cried, soaring like a kite. Itâs a miracle. Ralphie, oh, Ralphie! Iâm coming!
âHello!â There was such eagerness, such hope, in her hello that Ralphieâs heart soared too.
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