number.
âI have an idea,â I say after he answers.
âYou do?â
âYeah. Do you want to know what it is?â
âUm, sure.â
âBoth,â I say. âWe could do both.â
âHuh?â
âWhat we were talking about! Sometimes it could be just you and me, but other times we could do stuff with everyone. Well, maybe not Taylor. Or maybe Taylor. We could decide on the day of.â I take a breath. âWhat do you think?â
Iâm nervous, but Joseph doesnât make me wait for long.
âI think yes!â he says.
âYay!â
I can hear how happy he is, and Iâm happy, too. I feel happier than Iâve felt all week. And who knows? Playing with John and Chase and the others might be fun. It probably will be, with Joseph as part of the group.
Now that Iâve figured things out, Iâm ready to move on.
âAre we going to tell Lexie about catching Fernando?â I ask.
âSheâll never believe us,â Joseph says.
âIf we both tell her, sheâll have to.â My chest feels looser. I feel more like
me
. âI agree that sheâll be all
nuh-uh
about it, though.â
âWe need to figure out how to catch her unawares,â Joseph says.
âA bird ambush!â I say. âOnly without birds!â
ââNo birds were harmed in this ambush,ââ Joseph says in a TV commercial voice.
I laugh. I settle into the fort of pillows and stuffed animals on my bed and wiggle around till Iâm good and comfortable. âSo. What, exactly, is our plan?â
CHAPTER TEN
O n Friday, before morning meeting, Joseph gives me a Ziploc bag of chocolate-covered potato chips.
âThanks!â I say. Iâd forgotten about those chocolate-covered potato chips.
âIâd hide them if I were you,â Joseph says in a spy voice. He gestures at Chase, who is playing paper football with John, and at Hannah and Elizabeth, who are making bracelets in the crafts area. âIf you donât, everyoneâs going to want one.â
âSmart,â I say. âOh, and here.â I hand him his red hat.
âThanks.â He looks at it, and I wonder if heâs thinking what Iâm thinking, which is that here he is, not wearing his hat, and no one has said a thing.
He puts his hat in his desk.
Cool beanie-weenies
, I think. That leads to me thinking,
Cool benis-weenises
, but no, that is not a good think about, because what if I accidentally say it out loud?
We have eleven minutes of free choice before the day officially starts. Maybe more, because every so often Mrs. Webber comes in late. One morning I saw her in the teacherâs lounge with Mr. Glasgow, the other second-grade teacher. They had Starbucks cups in their hands, and they were both off topic since they were talking to each other instead of teaching their classes.
But Joseph and I have at least eleven minutes to sneak-attack Lexie and tell her about Fernando while sheâs putting her stuff in her cubby. We want to tell her first off, because lots of mornings she has drowsy eyes when she first gets to school. Sometimes she shows up with a bump in her ponytail, which means she slept too late and had to hurry to get ready for the day.
I know about bumps in ponytails because of Winnie and Sandra. Neither of them would allow a bump to live in her ponytail, never-not-ever.
Joseph grabs my arm. âSheâs coming. Sheâs coming!â
I glance at the door. She is! She doesnât have drowsy eyes, but she does have the last bite of a Pop-Tart in her hand. That means she had to eat breakfast on the run. Thatâs a good sign.
âHi, Lexie,â Joseph says.
âHi, Ty,â I say. I whack my forehead. âI mean, hi, Lexie!â
Joseph laughs, because we just started and already Iâve messed up.
Not
cool benis-weenises!
âYou donât know your own name?â Lexie says, eating the final crusty