into the back seat. An Aliceâs Flowersvan was parked across the street, and at first glance I thought the guy in the passenger seat was pointing a camera at our house. But then the van was squealing off down the street.
I taped a garbage bag over the smashed window and headed to work.
I didnât see the lunchtime wiener massacre myself because I was back at home alone just then, standing at the kitchen counter to fry and eat a freshly bought pound of bacon, followed by an arduous session of flossing carcinogenic material out of my back teethâdrawing blood more than onceâand that ate up time, so right before the second bell I was running, tie flapping, down the main hallway toward my classroom. Cam Vincent caught me by standing stock-still under the picture of Eisenhower, sporting the same rubber-lipped half-smile of our former president, arms folded with an identical stoicism, though with hairstyles from diametrically opposed ends of the animal kingdom .
I thought those very words because, thanks to all that bacon, my brain was operating at the peak of lubrication.
âPeter. So,â said Cam, âwe had a cafeteria incident just now.â
âInvolving who?â I asked, though I knew. I mightâve gone wobbly in the knees if the bacon hadnât propped me up.
âUm.â He gave me a look. âThese were all kids from your Chemistry 11. Iâve got them in my office while Mrs. Abel tries to get the cops to come back.â
âWhy, did somebodyâ?â
âAnd I want the district counselors in here tomorrow, yeah. Amber Morton strolled in after C block, you see her?â
âNo.â
âSheâs got one arm. Acts like itâs nothingâtold me sheâs always had one arm, and the way she walks around, no trauma, no tears, I believed it for a second. I canât even think straight about it, I mean, howââ
âI need to talk to those kids, can I?â
He squared his shoulders as we passed the half-empty trophy case.
âIâd appreciate it if you could tell me what to do with them.â
We sidled into the office and Kathleen, in a yellow dress, paused in watering her fern to give me an apologetic smile. We stopped at Camâs blue door, six inches ajar.
âWhoâs your class right now?â Cam asked. âIâll go hang out with them.â
âThe nines. Genetics quiz, multicolored hamsters and that.â
âThey hear about that human ear somebody grew out of a mouseâs back?â
âProbably not.â
âKids love that freaky stuff.â
He strode out into the hallway, more of a spring in his step now that I was apparently on the case, though I still hadnât found out what had actually happened in the cafeteria. Kathleen turned the fan on beside her desk and started typing.
âSeriously!â Grace was saying in Camâs office. âYou werenât in gym with him?â
âI was last year,â said Shawn quietly, âbut I never saw anything like that.â
How many were in there?
âBut the size, I mean, it doesnât really matter what size it is when itâs, like, soft.â Was that Megan Avery, seriously? âIt can start out real small and get big, you know, after.â
âReally, Megan, really ?â asked Amber.
âThis whole thing is making me so turned on right now,â Clint said, stonily.
âSure itâs true,â said Megan.
I slid into the gap in the doorway. Grace and Amber were perched on Camâs desk and the rest of them sat in a circle on the floor like a âKumbayaâ singalong. Amber wore a green T-shirt that showed a snarling bear. One short sleeve hung like a napkin, because apparently she still had no left arm.
âKnow what, bitches?â Franny sat up on her knees, some godawful purple brooch on her shoulder. âIf we want to know if itâs so big he passes out when itâs hard, all