back.
Pap turned his worried face to Maggie. âGo ahead, Maggie, whatâs your idea.â
âMud,â Maggie said firmly, âhas got to stand trial for murder.â
CHAPTER 14
Ralphieâs Luck
Ralphie listened to Juniorâs âIâll never give it upâ speech from the back porch of the Blossomsâ house.
Apparently Mud had eaten a hamster, which was considered an act of murder. Ralphie couldnât have been more pleased. It took something like an act of murder to distract the Blossom family.
It was the Ralphie luck, he thought. The only time in his whole life that the Ralphie luck had deserted him was the time he had the accident on the riding lawn mower.
So now, with the family properly distracted, he could slip up the steps and into Maggieâs bedroomâhe knew which one it was because she often called out the window to him. âIâll be right down. Donât go away.â As if he would.
Even with the Ralphie luck, Ralphie didnât take chances. He slunk down the hallway, close to the wall. He paused with his foot on the first step. He listened.
Maggie, Junior, and Pap were in the front yard. He could hear their voices. Vern and Michael were at the side of the houseâin the bushes. Ralphie had almost run into them, but they were laughing at some secret joke and never even saw him.
Ralphieâs better judgment told him not to continue, but then his better judgment was always doing that. Ralphie started up the steps. He kept to the wall because he had read that was how thieves got up steps without being heard. Not one creaking board betrayed him.
In the upstairs hall, Ralphie paused.
Maggieâs bedroom was on the right side of the stairs. As he crossed noiselessly to her room, his heart began to beat faster. He paused in the doorway to breathe the air in Maggieâs room.
This air was different from any air Ralphie had ever breathed before. He felt that if he breathed enough of this splendid air, he would become intoxicated.
He had intended to go directly to the dresser and check for the flower, but the richness of the room overwhelmed him.
He stepped inside.
There were hundreds of pictures on the wall, and Ralphie moved around the room respectfully. He kept his hands behind his back as if he were in a museum.
Here was a snapshot of Maggie as a babyâcoming home from the hospital. Ralphie leaned closer. She had on tiny cowboy boots instead of booties, and Mrs. Blossom, holding her, looked like a girl with a turned-up nose instead of a middle-aged woman.
Here was a birth announcementâCotton and Vicki Blossomâs baby girl, Maggie, has come out of the chute weighing seven pounds, two ounces. ⦠Ralphie moved down the wall.
Here was a picture of her on a horse with a laughing man, her father. And here she was two years old maybe, holding a baby that had to be Vern. And here she and Vern wereâmaybe a year laterâin cowboy outfits and hats.
And here she and Vern were holding Junior. It had to be Junior because Junior hadnât changed that muchâsame round face, round eyes. â¦
Ralphie heard a burst of anguish from Junior. Junior was now suggesting they cut Mud open with a butcher knife. Ralphie brought himself back to earth immediately.
Now. Where was the flower? He crossed to the dresser. In his mind the flower had been right there on top of the jewelry box, but there was no jewelry box.
Ralphie divided girls into two categoriesâgirls (in little letters) and MAGGIE (in capitals). Girls would have jewelry boxesâMAGGIE would have what?
Where would a girl put a flower if she didnât have a jewelry box? Ralphie didnât have any sisters, and for the first time he regretted this.
The flower had to be here somewhere. He bent to look in the trash can. It wasnât there. That was good news.
Where did a MAGGIE keep things that had special meaning? Valuables, jewels, stuff like that.
There was