didn’t take the bank!” I started, and he waved at me to be quiet.
“I know. I been thinking about it. You can come back to work.”
“Yay!” Annemarie started clapping. Colin ran around slapping everyone five, including Jimmy, who even smiled.
“But here’s the thing,” Jimmy said after Colin had taken a victory lap behind the counter and through the back room. “Your friend, little Swiss Miss. Don’t let me find her in here again. Ever.”
“Who?” Annemarie said.
“I think he means Julia,” I said.
“You think Julia took the money?” Colin laughed. “Julia needs money like a fish needs a bicycle.”
Jimmy shook his head. “Some things are in the blood. All the money in the world can’t change a person’s blood.”
“What do you mean, ‘blood’?” Annemarie had her hands on her hips. “What blood?”
Jimmy pointed his big finger right at me. “Like you call her, Swiss Miss: hot chocolate.”
“Huh?” Colin looked at me and back to Jimmy. I was just getting it. Annemarie was way ahead of me.
“You … you pig,” she said. “You racist pig.” I had never seen Annemarie angry. She was scary and also obviously about to cry.
Jimmy shrugged. “It’s your life. I’m not having that little thief back in here. You don’t have to come back either.”
“I won’t!” Annemarie shouted, and she banged out the door.
“And that’s not why I call her Swiss Miss!” I said.
Jimmy shrugged again, and I banged out after Annemarie. Colin followed me. We found her crying halfway down the block, walking fast.
She was spitting words: “That. Big. Fat. Jerk. That. Pig. I. Hate. Him.”
Colin looked at me. “I don’t even get what just happened!”
Annemarie whirled around to face us. “He thinks Julia did it because she’s black.”
“No way” Colin said. “He’s crazy.”
Annemarie turned on me then. “Is that your name for her? Swiss Miss?”
“I—no! I said it one time, but I didn’t mean … I meant about how she’s always talking about Switzerland, her watch and the chocolate, and—”
“She is?” Colin asked. “I never heard her talk about Switzerland.”
“If anyone needs the money,” Annemarie said to me coldly, “it’s you, not Julia.”
“Are you serious? I didn’t take the stupid money!”
“Forget it,” she said. “I want to be alone.” And she stomped off toward school.
Colin raised his eyebrows after her and then showed me a rolled-up dollar. “Want to get a slice?”
So we went to the pizza place. But it wasn’t fun. And walking back to school, it occurred to me that Colin might not like me at all. He might just like pizza.
“Tell me something,” I said just before we got to our classroom. “That day the bread count was short by two rolls. Did you take them?”
“Yeah,” Colin said, starting to smile. “I thought it would be … Hey! I didn’t steal Jimmy’s bank, you know!” He looked at me through his bangs with his injured-puppy face.
“I know,” I said quickly. “I know you wouldn’t.”
“The rolls were just for fun,” he said. “But taking the bank would be, you know, stealing.”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t get to talk to Annemarie all the rest of that afternoon. After silent reading period, she went to art and music, and I went to gym and science. And then some of the kindergartners came to our classroom to sing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”
And then it was Christmas vacation.
Christmas Vacation
For three days in a row, the sky was like a dingy white sheet. I thought about calling Annemarie but didn’t. I thought about calling Colin but didn’t. I was right about Sal—he was playing basketball every day, and a couple of times there were the voices of other boys, kids from school. On the third day, I opened our living room window very quietly and watched them running up and down the alley in their knit hats with steam blowing out of their mouths.
Then I sat on the couch and closed my eyes. I
“I know. I been thinking about it. You can come back to work.”
“Yay!” Annemarie started clapping. Colin ran around slapping everyone five, including Jimmy, who even smiled.
“But here’s the thing,” Jimmy said after Colin had taken a victory lap behind the counter and through the back room. “Your friend, little Swiss Miss. Don’t let me find her in here again. Ever.”
“Who?” Annemarie said.
“I think he means Julia,” I said.
“You think Julia took the money?” Colin laughed. “Julia needs money like a fish needs a bicycle.”
Jimmy shook his head. “Some things are in the blood. All the money in the world can’t change a person’s blood.”
“What do you mean, ‘blood’?” Annemarie had her hands on her hips. “What blood?”
Jimmy pointed his big finger right at me. “Like you call her, Swiss Miss: hot chocolate.”
“Huh?” Colin looked at me and back to Jimmy. I was just getting it. Annemarie was way ahead of me.
“You … you pig,” she said. “You racist pig.” I had never seen Annemarie angry. She was scary and also obviously about to cry.
Jimmy shrugged. “It’s your life. I’m not having that little thief back in here. You don’t have to come back either.”
“I won’t!” Annemarie shouted, and she banged out the door.
“And that’s not why I call her Swiss Miss!” I said.
Jimmy shrugged again, and I banged out after Annemarie. Colin followed me. We found her crying halfway down the block, walking fast.
She was spitting words: “That. Big. Fat. Jerk. That. Pig. I. Hate. Him.”
Colin looked at me. “I don’t even get what just happened!”
Annemarie whirled around to face us. “He thinks Julia did it because she’s black.”
“No way” Colin said. “He’s crazy.”
Annemarie turned on me then. “Is that your name for her? Swiss Miss?”
“I—no! I said it one time, but I didn’t mean … I meant about how she’s always talking about Switzerland, her watch and the chocolate, and—”
“She is?” Colin asked. “I never heard her talk about Switzerland.”
“If anyone needs the money,” Annemarie said to me coldly, “it’s you, not Julia.”
“Are you serious? I didn’t take the stupid money!”
“Forget it,” she said. “I want to be alone.” And she stomped off toward school.
Colin raised his eyebrows after her and then showed me a rolled-up dollar. “Want to get a slice?”
So we went to the pizza place. But it wasn’t fun. And walking back to school, it occurred to me that Colin might not like me at all. He might just like pizza.
“Tell me something,” I said just before we got to our classroom. “That day the bread count was short by two rolls. Did you take them?”
“Yeah,” Colin said, starting to smile. “I thought it would be … Hey! I didn’t steal Jimmy’s bank, you know!” He looked at me through his bangs with his injured-puppy face.
“I know,” I said quickly. “I know you wouldn’t.”
“The rolls were just for fun,” he said. “But taking the bank would be, you know, stealing.”
“Yeah.”
I didn’t get to talk to Annemarie all the rest of that afternoon. After silent reading period, she went to art and music, and I went to gym and science. And then some of the kindergartners came to our classroom to sing “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.”
And then it was Christmas vacation.
Christmas Vacation
For three days in a row, the sky was like a dingy white sheet. I thought about calling Annemarie but didn’t. I thought about calling Colin but didn’t. I was right about Sal—he was playing basketball every day, and a couple of times there were the voices of other boys, kids from school. On the third day, I opened our living room window very quietly and watched them running up and down the alley in their knit hats with steam blowing out of their mouths.
Then I sat on the couch and closed my eyes. I
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