did.â
âI know. Iâll have to talk with him about that after.â
âHe started it.â She continued to lick her fingers. Her voice was deep and hard, like a manâs voice.
âI know who started it, Roseann.â
âIt wasnât me.â
âYou be the one to end it.â
âIt wasnât me who started it. He said goddamn hill before I did. Iâm sorry. I wonât do it again.â
âThatâs good. I believe you.â
Rooster stared at Roseann in shock.
âYou got her into trouble,â said the woman who had spoken first.
âIt was an accident,â said Mrs. Yuler. âIâm sure that was a sign of the nervousness that Rooster spoke about. I doubt he talks like that all the time.â
âNo, he doesnât,â said Mrs. Nixon, from the corner. âAnd if he knows whatâs good for him, he wonât talk like that again. Now sit down, Rooster. The interview has started.â
Rooster reluctantly sat down. He had not meant to get anyone in trouble, but he was more determined than ever to stick with his plan.
âOkay then,â said Mrs. Yuler. âLetâs start with introductions, shall we? Everyone, you already know this is Rooster. Rooster, this is Roseann, who you just met. Beside her is Dorothy-Jane-Anne. Next to her is Tim. Next to Tim is Percival. They are the Strikers.â She smiled. Rooster offered a small tight smile back. âThey have questions for you, I know. Now who would like to go first? Tim? Maybe youâd like to begin?â
Tim was extremely thin and sat hunched in his chair like an old man in a wheelchair. When she mentioned his name, he quickly sat up straight. His big wide eyes sprang to life. His voice burst with energy and excitement. âOkay, okay. All right. Iâll ask the first question. Iâll get things started.â He rubbed his hands together and began to rock back and forth in his chair. âAll right then. Rooster, Iâm ready to fire away! Oh boy. Iâve been waiting a long time for this. Iâve been waiting for this for a long long time.â
âTim,â said Mrs. Yuler patiently. âJust ask the question.â
âOkay, okay. All right then. Here we go, boy. Here we go. Rock ânâ roll. Thatâs what I like to say. Okay. I would like to know, I would like to know if you like pizza.â
Rooster, anticipating something more challenging, hesitated before answering. How can I screw this up enough to get out of here? he thought to himself.
âAny kind,â said Tim, still rocking in his chair. âPepperoni. Ham and pineapple. Super deluxe. Black olives. Tomatoes. Green peppers. You name it. Any kind. Any kind at all.â
âCheese,â said Roseann, cutting in. âThatâs the best kind.â
âNo itâs not,â said Dorothy-Jane-Anne, staring at Rooster.
âYes,â said Roseann.
âNo.â
âIt is so.â
âNo itâs not.â
âLadies,â said Mrs. Yuler, âstay out of it. Let Rooster answer the question. You will all get a chance to talk.â
Rooster cleared his throat. âUhm.â He still wasnât sure what to say. âWhat was the question again?â
âI would like to know if ⦠do you like pizza?â said Tim. âAny kind. Any kind at all. Any kind they can make.â
In truth, pizza was Roosterâs favorite food on earth, which is why he was so frustrated every time Irving ate all the leftovers. âI like leftover pizza,â he said suddenly. âI like cold pizza. I hate it when itâs hot. It burns my mouth all the time.â
Tim frowned and stopped rocking in his chair. Roseann pulled her right index finger out of her mouth. Dorothy-Jane-Anne continued to stare at him.
âYou donât like hot pizza?â said Tim.
âHate it.â
âIt burns your mouth?â said
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