in the kitchen nowâKerry, Ben, Mike, and me. We moved the table with the plastic orange tablecloth out of the way. Then we began.
I ate two bananas in just over fifteen seconds. Mike gave me a standing ovation. Ben ate two lemons in a little under twenty-five seconds. Thatâs a slower time than he had in the cafeteria a week and a half ago. He said he was just feeling off his best form today. He went home to watch the old reruns of Leave It to Beaver and Bonanza. Kerry says Ben looks sick to her. âGreen around the gillsâ was how she put it.
Kerry is spitting watermelon seeds across the kitchen. She stands in the hallway door, throws her head way back, arches her body, and then lunges forward in one giant spit. The force of the motion pulls her feet right off the ground and sends the seed zooming across the kitchen and into the living room.
I must admit that Iâm impressed with her progress. This neck-snapping method seems to work. She keeps grinning like a dog at a picnic and shouts, âRed alert! Red alert! Melon-seed missile at twelve oâclock.â Still, sheâs only spitting about twenty to twenty-five feet. Thatâs hardly a world record.
Mike has been over by the refrigerator doing jumping jacks and toe touches. He says that warming up is essential to his ice-cream-eating. âIf I donât get warmed up first,â he reminds me, âI might freeze my stomach with all that ice cream.â
Mike has asked for âquiet on the setâ so he can concentrate on his speed eating. He is sitting at the kitchen table, staring at a quart of chocolate-chip mint ice cream. Iâll time him on Dadâs stopwatch.
âOK, Mike,â I say, âready when you are.â
He raises his spoon and waves it at me. This is the signal that heâs ready.
âTake your mark ⦠get set ⦠go!â I shout and click the watch on.
Wow. Mike is shoveling huge bites of chocolate-chip mint into his mouth. It makes my teeth shiver just to watch him.
âGo, Mike, go! You can do it.â
Kerry is Mikeâs cheering section. All she needs is a couple of pompoms and a megaphone.
âEat, Mike, eat!⦠How much time, Arlo?â she asks.
As timekeeper, I must stay cool and observant. âSixteen seconds and counting.â
âYahoo!â Kerry shouts. âEat emâ up, Mike!â
But as a cool and observant timekeeper, I have failed to notice the time of day or the fact that Mom is now home. Home and standing in the kitchen doorway.
âHi, Mom,â I say, trying not to panic.
âEek!â says Kerry.
âHemfroph, Mrz. Munoh,â says Mike, greeting my Mom through a mouthful of chocolate-chip mint ice cream.
âDidnât I throw those jeans away, Arlo?â Mom asks, setting two bags of groceries on the counter.
âWell ⦠uh,â I stutter, âgee ⦠Iâm not sure, Mom.â Iâve been caught in two crimes.
âDinner will be ready in twenty minutes.â Sheâs giving me that look again. Iâm caught red-handed. âI have a meeting tonight with Mrs. Gorman. Iâve got to hurry, so supper will be whatever I throw on the stove. Help me with these groceries, please.â
Mike is slowly backing toward the door. He still has a huge spoonful of chocolate-chip mint ice cream almost to his mouth. Kerry has snuck into the living room and is frantically picking melon seeds out of the carpet and putting them in her pockets.
âIâm sure I threw those jeans away. You look like a street bum with them on,â Mom says with what might be a smile on her lips.
Street bum? I thought I looked like a poor orphan child. And why is she not saying anything about what we were doing? Iâm sure she saw us.
âAnd donât forget, Arlo â¦â
Mike has made his escape. Iâm not sure if Iâve made mine.
âItâs your turn to set the table