youâre talking about.â
âLiar.â Cody shoves me hard on the chest. I go back a few steps. âWho told you? What did they say?â
âNobody. Nothing. I donât know what youâre talking about. I just wanted to say, I think itâs true.â
âAbout my great-grandma?â
âNo, the murder. I think it happened.â
âIâll bet you do.â He shoves me again. I fall down. He jumps on top. âDonât ever laugh at my great-grandma. Donât ever talk about my family, you little punk. Got that?â
âI havenât. Not her, your mom, not anybody.â
He lifts my shoulders and slams them into the ground. âWhy would you talk about Mom?â
âI wouldnât.â
âThen why did you say âyour momâ?â
âI didnât mean to. Iâm sorry.â
âYou donât know anything!â He punches me in the face. I hit back without thinking. He pounds and pounds. A bunch of kids run out to see the show.
âBoys. Thatâs enough.â Itâs Mr. Abbott, a math teacher.
Codyâs buddies yank him off me.
âTo the office. Both of you. Now.â
âWhy?â Cody rubs his knuckles. âHe started it.â
Mr. Abbott takes us to the vice principal. He tells him that Cody did most of the hitting, but he saw me land a punch too.
âWhat started it?â the VP asks.
âHe was talking about my family,â Cody says. âMaking fun of my great-grandma. Talking about my mom.â
âIs that true, Cameron?â
âNot exactly.â
Cody glares at me. âI got witnesses.â
The VP shoots him a look. âCody.â He looks at me over his glasses. âWhat do you mean, âNot exactlyâ?â
How can I explain without mentioning Benjie, or talking about the murder and sounding nuts? I stare at my hands. âI donât know. Iâm not sure. Things didnât come out how I wanted.â
Thereâs a zero-tolerance policy for fighting. We both get suspended till the end of the week: three days. The office calls Mom to pick me up.
The drive home takes forever. I try telling Mom it was all a misunderstanding, but she wonât listen. âYou donât get suspended for nothing.â I want to say I was bullied, but itâs too embarrassing. If she believed me, sheâd think she had to do something, and that would make it worse.
Besides, how do I tell her what got said? Even to me it doesnât make sense. What would Codyâs great-grandmother have to do with a murder that no one thinks happened? And why would that make Cody go ballistic?
âA fistfight,â Mom says quietly. âThatâs how it starts.â
I feel sick to my stomach. She thinks Iâm turning into Dad.
16
After supper I go to my room and google Benjieâs number. Thereâre only three Dalberts in the area, and the other two are in town. I make the call.
âI told you not to ask Cody about the murder,â Benjie says.
âNo, you didnât. All you said was, âDonât tell him there wasnât one.ââ
âOh. Right. I should have been clearer.â
âYa think?â
âSorry,â Benjie says.
âAnyway, I acted like it was true. And now Iâm beat up and suspended, and Mom cries when she looks at me. So whatâs the deal?â
âWell, first thing you should know: Codyâs great-grandma is ninety and deranged. A total whack job.â
âHow do you know?â
âThis isnât the city. Everybody knows about everybody. And everybody knows Mrs. Murphy drove her car into the Presbyterian church. Well, not into the church, but into the front steps. Thatâs when she lost her license, two years ago. Mom says it was about timeâMrs. Murphy had been parking her car in the middle of the highway and walking off, totally lost.â
âNo kidding.â
âWait, it