Sheâs wearing a Red Hot Chili Peppers tank top and high-top sneakers, and her hairâs in pigtails. I try to pretend Iâm someone else and hide behind Bodi, but sheâs already across the field.
âHowâs your summer going?â
I canât look her in the eye. Sheâs wearing cut-off jeans and has a tattoo of a dove on her shoulder that Iâve never noticed. I feel like running home. Fast.
I mumble something about having a stinky summer.
She points to my Calvin and Hobbes book. âI see youâre reading. Thatâs not stinky.â She bends down to pet Bodi who slobbers all over Ms. Williamsâs face. But instead of backing away, she lets Bodi cover her with kisses and talks to him in the same stupid baby-voice my mother uses with every animal, even though sheâs a professional. If some moron like Joe Brennan is across the field watching Ms. Williams make out with my dog, I will never hear the end of it.
âI found the notes you wrote in the margins of the book you gave me.â
âWere they helpful?â
âA little.â I take my sketchbook out of my pack and show her the flip-o-rama movie of my summer so far.
She sits next to me on the grass and goes through the book herself. âI got an email from Carly saying youâve been doing some great drawings this summerâI guess she was right.â
Carly sends emails to teachers? During vacation? What a FREAK! I am forever grateful to the pitcher who yells, âAnnie! Youâre up!â
Ms. Williams heads back to her position, calling over her shoulder for me to enjoy the rest of the summer. If she werenât my teacher, she would almost seem cool. I inhale Bodiâs aroma one more time and try to return to my book, but I canât. Carly emails Ms. Williams? She said my drawings were great? I wonder why she never told me?
When I get home, there are three emails waiting from Grandma saying how excited she is for our visit and asking if I want her to cook any special meals. I email her back and tell her I canât wait to see her too. I also happen to mention barbecued chicken, mashed potatoes, and chocolate cake with coconut frosting.
I know my mom would be mad, but the next site I go to is Susan Jamesâs guestbook. Iâve read these entries several times already, but the ones by Lauren Hutchins are funny and nice. Reading her entries, I find out she was with Susan at the beach that day. No one said anything about Susan being with a friend! I decide not to say anything to Mom in case she thinks Iâm obsessed and cancels our trip.
I type Laurenâs name into the search engine and learn she has a jewelry stall in an artistsâ gallery in Chilmark, which just happens to be on Marthaâs Vineyard. The photo shows silver bracelets and glass beads displayed in bowls of uncooked rice. On the âAbout Meâ page, Lauren looks around the same age as Ms. Williams. I write down her store address on the inside cover of the book Iâm supposed to be reading. Seeing Ms. Williams today makes me feel a tiny bit guilty about blowing off my reading yet again. Instead, I try to decide what would be more fun:
a) spray my fatherâs shaving cream around Bodiâs mouth and run around the neighborhood pretending he has rabies or
b) get Henry to loan me his headgear, tie it on Bodi, and attach a stuffed animal to the front so he can chase it like a greyhound running after a rabbit.
Both ideas seem fun, but my markers are calling. My hand hovers over the caseâdeep blue? Orangey brown? I choose the lime green, grab a handful of cookies from the cupboard, and head for the porch to draw.
Monkey See, Monkey Do
The medicine my mother ordered for Pedro comes in, and she plans on dropping it off before her yoga class. When I beg her to let me see Pedro again, she says I can come with her.
I thought Momâs friend Debbie was the one who had Pedro as a companion, but
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