sight of her gorgeous bod. How heâd said if she posed in his window heâd pay her, that theyâd take one look at her and break down the doors.
âHow about if I go with you next time you go there?â Polly suggested. âI could use a little of that body-building routine.â
âIf there is a next time,â Al said. âWeâve run out of freebies and heâd probably want us to sign up for six months or something like that.â
âHow come youâre dressed up like that, Al?â Polly said. âIt isnât time to get suited up for Halloween yet, is it?â
âSheâs Mother Zandi,â I explained. âAlâs got another letter in the works to Brian, and Mother Zandiâs giving her advice.â
âYiyiyiyiyi,â Polly crooned, closing her eyes and swaying back and forth. âAnother letter to old Brian, eh? I canât handle it, kids. Iâm off. Whatâs the word for me to carry to Harry? This is your last chance.â
âTell you what,â Al said. âIâll get Mother Zandi on the line, and after I check about the party for Sparkyâs momâs brilliant nephew, Iâll get the vibes on Harryâs thé dansant.â
Al rearranged her turban and leaned heavily into her crystal ball, and Polly said, âSparky? Sparkyâs momâs nephew? What is this, anyway? I hope itâs not contagious. You guys must be on something. Iâm leaving before I catch what youâve got. Whoâs Sparky?â
Al and I exchanged a long, significant look.
âShould we?â Al asked me. âTell her, I mean.â
I thought about it.
âO.K.,â I finally said. âBut maybe you should leave out the really good parts. Sheâs only a kid.â
So we told her. And the way we told the story, it took quite a long time.
Thirteen
The next morning was chaotic.
My mother had one of her migraines.
My father was tight-lipped, the way he gets when she has one of her headaches. They immobilize her. She stays in bed with the shades pulled for two or three days until the migraine goes away.
I hate it when my motherâs sick. The whole house goes topsy turvy.
âMaybe I should stay home,â I started to say. But my father thought he heard her calling and dashed away. Teddy opened his mouth, which was full of half-eaten breakfast, and pushed his face close to mine. My stomach lurched.
âListen, cretin.â I took Teddy by the scruff of his neck and talked fast and low. âOne false move and youâre dead meat. Itâs out the window with you. And I donât think I have to remind you weâre fourteen floors up, right?â
I heard my father coming back and let go of Teddy.
âSheâd like a cup of tea,â my father told me.
âIâll fix it,â I said. âYou want me to stay home, Dad?â
âThat wonât be necessary. Rest is what she needs. But youâd better come straight home from school to see if you can do anything for her. She may want something to eat by then. Iâve got an early meeting.â He checked his watch. âI better get going. When your mother is laid low, I expect both of you to behave. No bickering, no horsing around. Think of her, not of yourselves, please. Teddy, are you listening?â
Teddy took his finger out of his nose and stuffed it into his ear. He kind of nodded and didnât make a peep.
Stiffly my father bent to kiss both of us.
I fixed the tea and thought about how Al stood by her mother last summer. How she gave up going to the barn dance and everything. She never complained. Never once.
The fact is, I didnât want to stay home. Al and I had plans to swing by the health club after school to see what was up. We liked that place. It was full of oddballs, weirdos we found fascinating. A couple of blondes came in yesterday as we were leaving. They were pretty tough kahunas with big muscles and