she did her homework. âHuh.â
Sometimes, when Delly couldnât sleep, sheâd go to Clarice.
About midnight she showed up at Clariceâs side of the bed. The woman was deep asleep.
Delly crouched so her mouth was near her motherâs ear. âMa,â she rasped.
Clariceâs eyes flipped open. âDelly,â she groaned.
âIf I asked Ms. Silcox for brownies, you think sheâd give me some?â Delly asked.
Clarice, still groggy, murmured, âProbably so.â
âIf I asked Clayton Fitch to borrow his canoe, you think heâd let me?â
âNo,â she told her truly.
âIf I asked you if I could take a boat down the river, would you say yes?â
Suddenly Clarice was wide awake. âAbsolutely not,â she shouted.
âWhat if I asked you to take me?â
That calmed her. âProbably so,â she said.
âAnd I wouldnât have gotten in trouble.â
âNope.â
It was quiet. Then Clarice had a question. âDelly?â
âMa.â
âCan I go back to sleep?â
âProbably so,â Delly answered.
ââNight, Ma,â she whispered at the door.
âNnnn . . .â Clarice replied.
Chapter 29
F riday morning Delly jerked awake. âBawlgrammit,â she gasped, âI didnât ask her not to tell.â
âOne, please donât tell, two, please donât tell . . .â She counted as she pulled on her pants. Then she stopped. âShe wonât tell.â She gulped. âSheâll write it.
âThree, please donât write, four, please donât write . . .â She dashed down the stairs.
She was ricocheting around the kitchen, grabbing her bag and throwing things in her mouth. She had to get to school early and talk to Ferris Boyd, before Ms. McDougal did.
âWhatâs going on in there?â Clarice called.
Any other day, Delly would have hollered, âIâm out of here!â and run at the door. And Clarice would have arrested her. âHold it! You go back to your room and begin again.â It would have been ten minutes of starting over, leaving the bad taste of trouble in both their mouths.
But this day something in Dellyâs left pocket pinched her. âOuch,â she yelped. She pulled the paper out. You didnât ask, it reminded her.
Delly chewed the mess in her mouth. Then she asked, âMa, can I go to school early? I got something to take care of.â
The question cast a spell on Clarice; she couldnât say no to it. âAll right,â she agreed.
âIâm coming, too,â RB announced.
âIâm running,â she warned him.
âI know.â
They sprinted all the way, burping up their breakfasts. Delly slowed to drop RB at his door, but he didnât stop. So she did.
âWhat?â she said.
âWhat what?â he replied.
âGet in there,â she ordered.
âIâm coming with you.â
The worry was making her wild. She grabbed RB to hurl him into his room. But there it was again, pinching her.
She took a breath. âRB,â she asked, âwill you let me do this on my own?â
She wasnât yelling or nocussing him. She was being nice. âWhatâs wrong with you?â he wondered.
âPlease?â she said.
The questions charmed RB, too. âOkay,â he told her.
And she was gone.
Delly stood by the back exit. The first bell rang, but no pale, skinny girl showed up. The second bell rang.
Iâll wait, she decided.
Ms. Niederbaum disagreed. âYou donât want to be late.â She grabbed Dellyâs shoulder and guided her to class.
âShe must be out today,â Delly murmured as they got to the room.
But Ferris Boyd was already there, slouched over her desk.
âShikes,â Delly exclaimed, and started toward her.
âMs. Pattison.â Lionel Terwilliger stopped her. âWe are ready to commence. Assume