was doing really well as governor, so she decided to throw her hat into the ring.â
âWhich one?â I asked.
âWhich ⦠?â She looked confused.
âHat.â
âItâs an expression, dummy.â
âNever mind,â I said. âSo what else can you tell me about Minnesota or your momâs campaign? I mean, someone might ask me.â
âWell, tons. For instance, this year weâre whatâs called a âswing stateâ when it comes to voting, so thatâs going to work great for my mom,â she said.
âYou play swing music? You ride swings a lot?â I asked. She didnât say anything, so I kept talking. âWhatâs the difference between swing and battleground? They kept calling Ohio a battleground on the news. And what are normal states called?â
âNormal states are red or blue,â she said.
âThat makes no sense. Oh, wait. I get it. red, white, and blue.â
âNo. There are no white ones.â She rolled her eyes. âThey either go Democratic, which is blue, or republican, which is red. But some change back and forth.â
âMaking them purple,â I say.
She shook her head. âMinnesotaâs usually been blue when it comes to presidents, but lately itâs not so predictable. But battleground. Thatâs fought in the trenches.â
âWe donât have trenches,â I said. âAnd if we did, do you really think your mom would crawl into one?â
âItâs a metaphor. Obviously.â
âOh.â I was quiet for a minute. âSo how come your mom is running as an Independent?â I finally asked. âCouldnât she pick a color?â
âNo, because sheâs always been someone who didnât vote along party lines,â Emma said. âSometimes she was on the republican side and sometimes the Democratic. She wanted to create a third side.â
âMaking a square? I mean, um, triangle?â I asked.
Emma gazed at me for a second. âI think I know what my mom should start focusing on.â She cracked her gum.
âWhatâs that?â
âImproving schools,â she said. âEspecially the ones in Ohio.â
âHa-ha,â I said. âVery funny.â Should I bother telling her that I had been middle-school student of the month back in February? âYou know what my clarinet teacher always says?â
âYou sound horrible?â she asked.
âNo. He says flute players are a dime a dozen,â I told her.
She narrowed her eyes at me, visibly stung. I smiled at her. So there. She wasnât the only one who could dish it out.
âWell, well, I see you two are getting along swimmingly.â Stu suddenly appeared beside me. I jumped. He moved quickly and quietly, like a stealth mouse or something. Up close, his hair was so spiky, it looked like it could cut you if you tried to touch it. âThatâs excellent, excellent.â Stu gently moved my clarinet to the floor and dropped into the aisle seat beside me. âAll right. I have a few questions for you, Aidan.â
âAnd so do I.â The general appeared, looking down at me.
I felt myself slink down in my seat a little. The general didnât have to do much to intimidate me. Just looking at me would do it.
âFirst off, how in the world do you actually say Schroeckenbauer?â asked the general, mangling it.
âItâs actually pronounced Shrek-en, not Shrocken.â I thought about how T.J. called me âShrieking.â Should I mention that? Probably not.
âOkay, okay. Good. Sorry about that,â said Stu. âNow, your parents both work for FreezeStar, which is great, real gold material for us. Your older brother is a sports star, and you have a dog. All true?â
âMostly,â I said. âMy mom is on leave from FreezeStar, though.â
âRight, right. So thatâs one unemployed parent. No