lied.
âWe canât go to my house either. My dadâs working there alone.â
âSo who said I wanted to, stupid?â Rats. âYou want to go to the lagoon fort?â
âYeah, I guess.â
âWe can think of ways to get money.â
They left the beach, cut through the railroad yard, and headed for the lagoon where, months ago, they had found a hollow in thedense brush near the shore on a deserted lot. They had borrowed planks, nails, bricks, and cardboard boxes from the construction site on an adjacent lot and made a fort with wooden and brick benches into which they occasionally pounded a nail, using a rock as a hammer. Rosie sat on a canvas bag of cement mix which they planned to use to cover the wooden frame of the fort once they got around to constructing the wooden frame, after which they would begin work on the moat and the drawbridge.
They had had to abandon the lagoon fort for a month recently. A big carp had washed up on shore, which they determined by mysterious means to be a boy. They christened him Fred and buried him in a shallow grave right outside the entrance to the clearing. Fred was their mascot. Within two days the fort was unapproachable, the stench having beckoned flies from miles around to a luau of decomposing carp.
It was good to be back. When they got bored sitting in the fortâwhich is to say, when they found themselves in the fort without candyâthey went to watch the carpenters hammer and measure and pour concrete.
âHow we gonna get some money?â Sharon asked, sitting on a bench made of a plank and two bricks.
âLet me think.â
Half an hour later the girls were standing outside Safeway, sorrowfully explaining to adult passersby that they were collecting money because their puppy needed an operation for leukemia, and their parents were going to put it to sleep if they didnât come up with the money soon. The puppyâs name, Rosie sadly confided to each grown-up, was Little Maggie.
Within ten minutes they had enough money to buy two bottles of Coke and two small bags of ruffled dip chips. They opened the twist-off caps and tore the foil bags with their teeth, which served them in as many ways as Swiss Army knives: scissors, bottle openers, pliers.
âHi, Mama.â
âHi, baby.â
âWhatâs for dinner?â
âMacaroni and cheese.â
âOh, thrills.â
âRaeâs coming over in a few minutes.â
âGood!â
âMiss Lacey called again.â
Rosie looked off into space and bit her lip.
âAny idea what she might have called about?â
Rosie closed one eye, thought hard, shrugged.
âNone at all?â
Rosie pushed back in her chair so that it was on a two-legged diagonal.
âStraighten up.â
Rosie slowly lowered the front legs to the ground. âWas it about Andrea Kinkaid?â
âNo. Why? What did you do to Andrea Kinkaid?â
âNothing. Sheâs just a total crybaby.â
Elizabeth looked exasperated.
âMiss Lacey called about the falling star you took to Show-and-Tell.â Rosie nodded glumly. âAnd the dead man in our garden.â Nod, nod. âIs this ringing a bell?â Nod, nod, eyes averted. âCare to comment?â
âWell, I had to bring something.â
âBut you didnât have to lie.â
Rosie looked bored.
âSee how stupid you feel when you get caught? Thatâs one good reason not to lie. And for another thing, if you tell the truth, you donât have to keep track of what you said. It gives you a lot more freedom. And for another thing, it doesnât reflect well on meââ
âWull, you lie.â
âLike when?â
âLike when you tell someone on the phone you have to hang up because thereâs something on the stove when THERE ISNâT ANYTHING ON THE STOVE AT ALL.â Rosie, fierce, continued. âOr you tell some guy you canât go out