didnât glance at her.
Now, as fine as Delly was feeling, that felt bad. Because she was trying to give Ferris Boyd something good, and the girl wasnât taking it. Again.
So she said, âFerris Boyd, how come you just keep standing there doing nothing?â
The girl didnât move.
The good feeling was fading fast. And now Delly was remembering how they could have been winners, but for real, if Ferris Boyd had done something besides slouch there.
âHey,â she hollered, âIâm talking to you. How come you didnât take the ball and shoot it? Do you want to be a loser?â
Delly didnât do it to be mean; she did it because she forgot. While she shouted, âBecause I know you can do it. I saw you play,â she grabbed the girlâs arm.
Ferris Boydâs head jerked up, and her eyes were wild. Her arms flailed around her head.
âShikes.â Delly pulled her hand away.
It was too late. Ferris Boyd was running, like wild dogs were after her, down the hall and out the back door.
âDouble shikes.â Delly followed her. But the girl was already sprinting across the playground.
âFerris Boyd!â Delly cried, and headed out the door.
Till Ms. Niederbaum snagged her. âWhere are you going?â
âItâs Ferris Boyd,â she rasped. âShe . . . sheâs gone!â
âWhere?â
Delly pointed.
âWhy are you here and not in your room?â
âI . . . I was with Ms. Gerwitz,â Delly answered, which was sort of the truth.
âGo to your class.â Ms. Niederbaum directed her.
So she did.
Delly spent the afternoon worrying that they wouldnât find Ferris Boyd, and worrying that they would.
âShe might be hurt.â She fretted. âBut if they find her, sheâll tell. Iâll be out of here before Ms. McDougal can say âYouâre expelled.ââ
Just before three oâclock Ms. Niederbaum came to the classroom. She and Lionel Terwilliger whispered.
Delly prepared for her banishment to Badkidville, as Lionel Terwilliger walked toward her.
At her desk he leaned over. âMs. Boyd has been located,â he said softly. âShe is at her home and will return tomorrow.â Then he put his hand on her shoulder. âDelaware, your awareness and concern are valued.â He was thanking her.
Delly wanted to shout, âHappy Hallelujah!â because Ferris Boyd was safe and she wasnât in trouble. Yet. But the way Lionel Terwilliger said it, like she was decent, made her hang her head.
âHunh,â she mumbled, and he left her.
Chapter 28
A t three oâclock, Delly raced across the playground, over the bridge, and out the River Road. At the end of the drive she checked: there was no car, no cat. And no basketball-playing girl. She ran to the front door of the old Hennepin place and banged on it. âHey, Ferris Boyd,â she hollered, âI got to talk to you.â
Nobody came.
âFerris Boyd, this is a Dellymergency,â she shouted.
That didnât do it.
She stood back and looked at the house. The curtains in the upstairs window fell together.
âI got to know if tomorrowâs my last day at that school,â she muttered to herself.
Breaking in would probably be trouble. Throwing rocks could go wrong, too.
There was one more thing Delly could try: tell the truth. âBawlgrammit,â she grumbled, and sat down facing the house.
âOkay, Ferris Boyd,â she told the window, âhereâs the truth. Iâm trouble. Iâve been bad for a long time.â That was hard to say; Delly sat with it for a second.
âIâve been better, though, so they made me captain.â She went on. âI didnât want to do it. Till I got this idea: you, me, all those kids that got no friendsâ we could be a team. We could help each other.â
The curtains pulled back, just a little. Dellyâd have to tell more