Friday at school I avoided the blue…eyed brat the best I could; but that night as I got dressed;
I found myself staring at the painting my father had
given me and became furious all over again。 Bryce had never been a friend to me; ever! He
hadnt made a stand for the tree; hed thrown away my
eggs; and hed made fun of me at my uncles expense…。 Why was I playing along like we
were jolly friends and neighbors?
When my mother called that it was time to go; I went out in the hall with every intention of
telling her that I would not; could not go to the Loskis for
dinner; but she looked so lovely and happy that I couldnt。 I just couldnt。 I took a deep breath;
wrapped up a pie; and shuffled across the street
behind my brothers and parents。
Chet answered the door。 Maybe I shouldve been mad at him; too; for telling the Loskis about
my uncle; but I wasnt。 I hadnt asked him not to tell;
and he certainly wasnt the one making fun of David。
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Mrs。 Loski came up behind Chet; whisked us in; and fluttered about。 And even though she
had quite a bit of makeup on; I was surprised to see
the blueness of bags beneath her eyes。 Then Mrs。 Loski and my mother went off with the
pies; my brothers vanished down the hall with Lyta; and
my father followed Chet into the living room。
And wasnt that just dandy? That left me alone in the foyer with Bryce。
He said hi to me and I lost it。 I spun on him; snapping; “Dont you speak to me! I overheard
you and Garrett in the library; and I dont want to talk to
you now or ever!”
I started to walk into the living room; but he stopped me。 “Juli! Juli; wait!” he whispered。 “Im
not the bad guy here! That was Garrett。 That was all
Garrett!”
I glared at him。 “I know what I heard。”
“No! No you dont! I …I was feeling bad about; you know; the eggs and what Id said about
your yard。 I didnt know anything about your uncle or
what kind of situation your family was in; okay? I just wanted to talk to someone about it。”
Our eyes locked for a minute; and for the first time the blueness of his didnt freeze up my
brain。 “I heard you laugh。 He made a joke about me
being a retard; and you laughed。”