truths.
âOkay, hereâs the real truth. I saw you at school with those animals, and it was something. Then I followed you here and watched you play, and you were awesome. So when Ms. Gerwitz picked me, I picked youâbecause I knew, with you on the team, all us losers could be winners for once.
âBut then you just stood there. I didnât mean to touch you; I just wanted to know what happened.â
The curtain pulled back some more.
âOkay, hereâs the real, real truth,â Delly rasped. âIf I do one more bad thing, theyâll kick me out of school. I donât care what happens to meââthe rasp crackedââbut I canât make my ma cry again. Thatâs why I need to talk to you.â
The curtains closed.
Dellyâs chin fell to her chest. âChizzle,â she mumbled.
The mail slot in the door creaked open. A small piece of paper slipped through it and fluttered to Dellyâs feet.
She picked it up. Big, dark letters told her, No Yelling. No Touch.
Delly got too excited. âOkay, Ferris Boyd!â she shouted, âI wonâtââ and stopped herself. âI wonât yell,â she whispered.
The door opened a crack.
âAnd I wonât touch you,â she murmured.
It opened some more.
âHey, Ferris Boyd.â Delly just breathed it.
The girl stepped onto the stoop. She sat down, facing the trees.
Then there was one more truth Delly had to tell. âFerris Boyd,â she said, âIâm sorry.â
The girl just stared ahead.
Now, Delly Pattison didnât like apologizing. She had a hard time doing it and getting nothing back. She was about to ask, loudly, Hey, did you hear me? I said, Sorry.
And that black cat ran across the yard. It set itself between them. âMowr,â it growled, with all its claws sticking out.
So Delly kept quiet, while the three of them sat.
At first it was almost as bad as counting, sitting there like that.
But Delly could hear the creatures all around them. She watched Ferris Boydâs back rise and fall with her breaths. She felt the breeze on her face.
The cat stretched out and put its front feet against her.
Bawlgram cat, she thought, but she didnât move.
Then it wasnât so bad, just sitting. It felt good not being alone.
The whistle blew. âShikes,â Delly whispered, âI got to go.â She stood up.
She sat down again.
âFerris Boyd,â she said, eyeing the catâs claws, âI just got to knowâhow come you didnât take the ball and shoot?â
The girl stayed still.
This time, Delly didnât push it. âOkay,â she said softly.
As she got up to leave, though, Ferris Boyd pulled a pad and pen from her pocket. She wrote something, set the paper on the stoop, and walked into the house.
Delly snatched the note quick, before the cat could claw her.
She sprinted all the way home. Sitting beside her bed, she opened it.
You didnât ask, it told her.
She was silent for a second.
Then her mouth exploded. With laughter. âAsk,â she whooped. âFerris Boyd, I donât ask to do anything.â
She held the note in front of her, chuckling at it. âYou donât ask to do stuff. You just do it and then . . . and then . . .â
She wasnât laughing anymore. âThen thereâs trouble,â she mumbled.
Delly lay down on her bed. She thought about every time sheâd gotten in trouble: the chickens, the canoe, the holiDelly days. They were all different, but they ended the sameâwith her deep in it. âStarted the same, too,â she rasped. âI didnât ask.
âBut I hate asking,â she grumbled. âIf you ask, they say no. They never let you do anything.â
She put the note in her left pants pocket. It was just paper, but she could feel it pressing on her. âHuh,â she said.
âHuh,â she kept saying, through dinner and while