from Frank the rest of the day. I couldnât do anything anyway.
The next morning, I went straight to the tower.
I could hear him muttering before I saw him.
âFor the love ofâ¦Who in their right mindâ¦Fit, darn it! Fit! I donât believe this!â
Sure didnât sound good.
âHiya, Frank. Howâs it going? Can I get you anything?â
Frankâs head popped up. âOh, itâs going just great.â Sarcasm dripped off every word. âTwo circuits arenât working at all, the bandwidth is all wrong, one arm of an antenna snapped, the power supply shorted out and I cut my finger.â
He glared at me as if daring me to say something optimistic. Man, was I sorry I asked. I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head and made what I hoped were sympathetic hand gestures. I needed help. I ran for Zach. We only had about two and a half hours until the start of the race. At some point we had to face Mrs. Minton. I say âweâ because this stupid life-debt idea was Zachâs fault somehow, and he was going to suffer with me.
Zach and I sat on my porch for a while, too terrified to check on how Frank was making out and even more terrified to go to Mrs. Minton with bad news.
âShould we go see Frank?â Zach asked eventually. âThereâs only about half an hour until the race.â
I wanted to snap back that I knew how to tell time too, but there was that voice.
A man faces the music, Wes.
I guess it was time I did that.
âCome on, Zach. Letâs see Frank and get the verdict.â
I canât even repeat the language we heard as we neared the tower. Well, at least we had our answer.
âUh, Frank? You okay?â
Frank backed out of the housing and stood up. âIf this wasnât for Mrs. Minton, I would have gotten Daryl to blow this up too.â
I felt a heavy weight on my chest. How would I tell Mrs. Minton that we had failed?
âHow bad is it?â asked the ever practical Zach.
âIâve got everything patched up, except thereâs a break in this wire somewhere, and Iâll be darned if I can find it.â He was running the cable through both hands trying to feel for the break. âNow, if I stand on top of the transmitter housing and hold it like thisââhe climbed up and held the cable over his head and out to the side a bitââthen I can get the signal. But the minute I let goââhe dropped his handââitâs gone.â He jumped down. âWhy canât I find this break?â He was speaking more to himself now.
âAbout how long do you think you can stay in that position?â I asked.
Frank looked at me in horror as he realized what I was thinking. âOh, no. You canât be serious!â He looked from me to Zach and back again. âYou really expect me to stand up there with my arms in the air like some demented cheerleader?â
âIt would only be for a couple of minutes. Just long enough for Mrs. Minton to see Rachelâs run.â Zach sounded so calm and logical that I knew he was reeling Frank in. âIf you could only see how much this means to Mrs. Mintonâ¦â
Really, Zach was so good at this, I believed he had a future in politics. Maybe foreign affairs. The United Nations, even.
Frank banged his head a couple of times on the side of the transmitter housing like he couldnât believe that he was about to agree to this. âAnd how will I know when her race is starting, or when itâs over?â he asked, resigned to his fate.
âIâll grab the walkie-talkies,â I said, thinking on my feet so fast, even my dad would have been impressed. âIf you give us little scans every two minutes or so, we can listen for the race order and let you know when weâre getting close.â
âTell me this is all a bad dream,â Frank said to the sky. I waited a second or two in case he got an answer. He sighed.
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn