buttoned the door, Rupert, Uncle Beau, and Jake would walk me home. Rupert liked to pull the leaves off the rhododendrons beside the road. Heâd spread them out like a fan and wave them in my face. (That irritated the heck out of me.) When we got to Arrowhead Road, Rupert would say, âAdios, Jennalee.â Every time. Donât ask me where he ever learned that, but thatâs what he said. Every time.
The end of July, I had to go to vacation Bible school at Mountain Creek Baptist Church. Iâve been going there since I was little, cause Mama makes us go there so she can visit her sister in Raleigh and know where we are till Daddy comes home. Now, except for Ruth and Jimmy, we were old enough to stay by ourselves, but Mama kept signing us up for vacation Bible school anyway. Vernon and Marny just flat donât go. John Elliott goes just so he can talk to girls. Me, I go for the arts and crafts.
The first day, I sat at a picnic table in the shade and used a strip of rawhide to sew up a leather wallet with a bear carved on one side and an Indian chief on the other. Imagine my surprise when I heard Rupertâs voice say, âHey, Jennalee.â
There was Rupert, peeking out of the bushes.
âRupert?â I said, even though I knew it was him.
âItâs me. Rupert Goody.â
âWhat you doing in there?â
âNothing.â
âYou spying on me?â
âNo.â
âThen what you doing?â
âNothing.â
I looked around. I didnât especially want Rupert Goody at vacation Bible school. Groups of kids were scattered around the churchyard making lanyards and wallets or painting posters of Bible stories. Nobody seemed to notice Rupert.
âGet on home,â I snarled into the bushes.
Rupert just stood there, staring at the wallet in my hand.
âWhatâs wrong with you? I said get on home.â
âWhat you doing?â he said.
âMaking something. Now, go away.â
âWhat you making?â
âThis hereâs a wallet.â I jabbed the air with the wallet. âWhat does it look like?â
Somebodyâs hand grabbed the wallet from me. I whirled around. Kevin Rochester and his gang of nitwit friends.
âWhat you doing, Jennalee?â Kevin said.
âNone of your damn business.â
âWhoâs that?â He pointed to Rupert, who ducked farther into the bushes.
âNone of your damn business.â
âWhatâs he doing in there?â
âNone of your damn business.â
I heard Rupert rustling in the bushes. Why did he have to go messing up everything I do?
Kevin tossed my wallet on the picnic table. âI know who that is,â he said. âI seen that retard over at Uncle Beauâs.â
To describe what happened in the next few minutes is going to be hard, cause it was a big jumble of craziness. I remember my fingernails digging into the palm of my hand when I made a fist. I remember the feel of Kevinâs shirt button on my knuckles when I punched him in the stomach. And I remember Kevinâs âoomph.â
When Miss Gainer came running over all hysterical, I picked up my wallet, tossed my hair out of my eyes, and headed off down the road. I could hear her behind me, hollering, âYou come back here, Jennalee Helton!â Kids were laughing and yelling and I didnât even look back.
By the time I got to Uncle Beauâs, Rupert was sitting on the porch steps looking like a beat dog. I climbed the steps and looked down at him with my hands on my hips.
âYou shouldnâtâve done that, Rupert Goody!â I hollered.
I stomped into the store and told Uncle Beau what happened.
âYouâre right, Jennalee,â he said. âRupert shouldnâtâve done that.â
âHe shouldâve stayed where he belongs. Whatâs he mean coming over there to church like that?â
Uncle Beau nodded. âHe shouldâve stayed